that resignation,

when quiet in a solemn shadow

that realization

perhaps we speak too freely,

yet,

when do the decisive opines

matter.

Every time a catharsis is deemed

epiphany

we measure the balance

between two worlds …

knowing and wishing,

reacting and accepting

suggesting and listening.

Next morning, the light is revealed,

methodology redefined, another start

to cyclical survival, a piece of the world.

So often we hear our pulse,

speaking to the day’s energy,

wondering how we got here,

curious if this was the right timing,

or if that impulsive part of our lives,

espouses just a tad too clearly …

while outside in the evening breeze,

starlight dances the universal dream.