A Musing
Christine Kern
5-1-14
Wind-spun, unravelling tapestries of gold
beyond my window pane
Promising wonders and splendors all untold
shall dry up all the rain.
In the careless wisps of cotton clouds I see
Figures of things to be
What I am, I was, and always dreamed to be
Float aimlessly and free.
I sit transfixed, and silently watch the show
Rainbows dance on the walls
The deepest thoughts of ages are here for me to know
they keep me enthralled.
My breath it comes in whispers, shallow and soft,
There is no sound at all,
hidden forest outlets, holding sky aloft,
reflecting on the wall.
Who knows what ancient myst’ries can be noted
In nature’s new-born call
I have the mystic’s knowledge here uncoded
Upon my study wall.
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