We are filled
as boundless energy conspires
to take us deeper into the days,
like cool water washing away
the cares of time imagined,
drifting farther away.
We grasp the straws of fortune
pulling at the longest
in our hopes and dreams
for that magic to come
washed onto the shore,
the treasure of better times
and blue skies smiling
with answers correct
falling like rain on a sunny day.
Who are we,
our huddled masses sing our verse
in fevered pitch rising higher
and a chorus of minutes
tick-tock by like ants marching
so we salute and carry on
playing the pipers tune yet knowing
that in each beating heart
the clock will chime the hour
and standing to fill the halls
with a song of rejoicing
in dark shadowed corners they come forward,
together one by one and bringing
a land of time imagined,
of a universe united
and free.
Another channeled poem, I had been thinking of one thing and found it veeering in a new direction. Ah, the whims of the inner muse singing again with a heartfelt smile of peace and love for all.