Sunday, December 22, 2013

Nexus

Waking is the looking glass 'twixt two realities,
the surface of the ocean, cosmic singularity
that leads from someplace that we've been
To someplace that we are.

And, oh, how fast the former fades once we have pierced that veil,
extinguished by the morning light, by sights and sounds, made pale.
And what of those we've left behind
across that great divide?

Do you peer through that looking glass and ponder on what's lost,
or wake into a separate realm and never count the cost?
As mem'ry of the dreamworld dims
And life exerts it's pull.

I'd like to linger in that place 'twixt our realities,
share coffee, conversation write an ode or two or three,
And make a journal of our chats
that I can carry through....

Maybe....someday we'll find the key that turns the glass to door,
that let's us in the dreamworld 'twixt realms of mass and light.
The realm of waking dreams, ideas.
At home forevermore.



sculpture: Alice Through the Looking Glass
artist: Jeanne Argent
more about the art here: http://www.lookingatglass.com/2010/10/01/alice-through-the-looking-glass/

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