Collecting My Thoughts

Morning posed on yon horizon,

Rest' on distant waiting breast,

Entranced, I thought I saw

The crowning of my quest;

For with daybreak's Robin

I witnessed eye to eye,

But ’twas an unseen worm

He paused to hear, not I.

Fleeting moments cherished

Arrest' on frequency unseen

May charm us to the core,

May seem possessed of wings,

Woven by multitudes of thought,

We see a reality which is,

And also one which

We might say, is not.

Words are powered to beguile

By silent witness matched,

How long the traitor's tongue

Has resonance attached?

Will the message in the darkness

Languish, fail to be defined,

When response betrays the thought,

By silent speech refined?

Though in stillness could be hid,

With practice, veiled emotion,

When the softest breath is stayed;

We’d capture animation.

If stillness undetected

Plied by advanced device,

Like mysterious ether

Bears silent waves of light,

If through suppression we suspect

Meaning was ensnared

How is essence of nothingness

Or Obsolete declared?

More surely heard than motion

Fractal existence is betrayed,

Bears record that a touch alone

 Our deepest fears allayed.

Jingle Bell Rock