Barest thought

/ K.L.Laettner author(InfiniteZip)

In the quiet of a morning caught

the spellbinding sight of a rising sun

caught whispering to the soul

caressing the mind with thoughts of a day to come.

Eyes find their way through dream states,

memories of lingering images like wallpaper

strung up on the walls to see

moving through the museum of surreal things

we touch the fabric of that which we cannot name.

Resting on the tip of tongue

we hesitate perhaps a moment too long,

and watching as it fades from sight

the mirage ghost-like and cherished

then silently let go.

Who are we in these moments,

caught between wake and sleep

in Neverland worlds of beauty we wander

thoughts tracing words on invisible pads

and indigo ink mark our passage

lest we forget where we had been

on our return to those foreign lands,

as the clouded gate creaks with age

we gentle push forward and enter

the place where thoughts sit waiting

remembered once more.

 

21 thoughts on “Barest thought”

  7. indeed, “Who are we in these moments…?” There and not there. Almost but not quite. Clear and confused. So much quiet noise fading. Beautiful and mysterious.

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  19. You gripped me here:

    “Who are we in these moments,

    caught between wake and sleep

    in Neverland worlds of beauty we wander

    thoughts tracing words on invisible pads

    and indigo ink mark our passage

    lest we forget where we had been

    on our return to those foreign lands,

    as the clouded gate creaks with age”

    And, it is quite the delight. Brilliant effort, Kim.

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