There Is Something More Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A whisper soft, a hidden breeze,
Things unseen dance through the trees.
A song unheard, a silent hum,
Something more, though senses numb.

Twice the dark drew near to me,
Family called, a whispered plea.
Then light returned, I woke once more,
From silent lands I'd walked before.

No memory clear, no guiding hand,
Just knowing deep within the land,
Beyond our sight, beyond our sound,
Mysteries bloom on sacred ground.

Perhaps an angel, luck's bright gleam?
A happy chance, a waking dream?
I doubt and trust, a heart that knows,
Something lovely gently grows.

T.M.Solvang