Twilight Conscience

Swift breeze is nonchalant to a unique settings.

Silent hour forever in the mind of an observer,

a starry horizon will stretch a furthest minute

to give benefit to psychic appraisal of reason.

 

Stand awake in time a twilight enhanced howl

whereby our lives will in natural light return.

For the moment we might meditate the night

with sudden revelation – planetary alignment.

 

I would if may suggest my life in the balance

would hold truth grateful such wires insomnia

extends my intellectual prowess that imagines

in a delusion. A realist, perhaps only questions.

 

In the quiet of my home, would change a season

As the wind screams my name in idyllic reason


© Thom Amundsen 2019

Conscious Choice

Human interaction demands a time

to recognize our soul is driven by

a passion we sometime do find sublime.

Our ability to withstand a cry

will certainly indicate our penchant

toward running the show, calling the shots.

Much like quiet the observant merchant

who sees and values what customer spots,

the human condition holds needs velvet.

A touch, a tease, a trace of fingertips

will suggest a love beyond mind’s kismet.

Our need to hold and feel so often flips;

dials choice’s mystique in good conscience

when then a conscious choice be left to chance.