In a sudden state of conclusion,
an interruption of our
we were in a stirring rendition,
of love, of fun, of childhood,
when simply in the notice of our soul catcher,
we were told it is time to go home.
Now in the quiet of the day,
when laying back in my bedroom,
the familiar walls, the sounds,
static realities of my existence …
Now I can stand alone,
notice hanging on a wall nearby,
a dreamcatcher follows my eyes,
I suddenly do understand why.
A multitude of personality
spoke the knowledge of a few,
only to find some solace,
in the calm,
the storm that surged last night,
lays down a peaceful blanket,
a security to know we are never alone,
and instead just part of the circle,
that place where our lives,
measured amongst their lives,
and the lives of anyone whom nearby,
can hear my shout, her tear, his solemn plea,
we are all inside this dream catcher.
In matters of the soul,
we can cleanse our hearts in the grief
of our confusion,
in a thankful paradigm,
we might suggest,
perhaps another day,
because tonight everything is so fresh –
there is an ultimatum
in the sweet peace of love.
There is a cathartic happening today,
meant to suggest love,
in the confusion of wondering why,
it is his soul chosen today.
For all of our heartfelt passion,
for life and the responsive nature
of letting our lives speak loud,
for the loss of a mechanical truth,
suddenly surreal in His sensual sky,
we do know love today,
and the Creator has sung song today,
in the eyes of this Elder is the compassionate way,
we know love, we know love, is this day.