In the darkness lay answers
invisible to the mortal eye
Visions of light filtered,
the image like a spectral ghost
how it all will be.
Behind closed lids the dance of beams
passing thoughts move like cars
careening down deserted highways
headlights bounce off trees
eyes cast blue like tunnels
descending into black.
Reflection of thought keep company
moving through fingers unaware
distracted by the shallow moments
snippets of moving pictures
capturing the mind.
Into the day of sublime haziness
sunlight flickers through holes in the soul,
being open to the coming of all imagined
the art of shining painted
broad strokes of today and forever
canvas back lit for effect
of a million stars that know us,
by name they call us to see
reflection of self in each glimmer
moving closer to become whole
as bright as the sun.