I know you can
tell me that,
I just wish you might
in a place,
beyond the scope of illusion,
where the mind rests weary,
really am this person.
That reflection you see in the breeze
of a spring morning,
down hanging around feeling the mighty
strength of a mass of perseverance.
When I am there,
I feel the icy cold snap of reality,
keeps me in check,
when everyone else seems to take for granted,
what it is I have …
around me, here today,
well everyday I suppose.
That’s when I find peace,
like ripples slapping on seas
a natural prayer of euphoria.
That’s the me, you can seldom see,
I’ll be happy to share my secret with you someday.
©Thom Amundsen for a friend* April 2016