the Heart is the organ of Awe making the mind to Wonder...

The Heart is the organ of Awe
making the mind to Wonder

Your imagery is well writ,
in your singular style and wit
and the flow it seems,
sings softly in these binary streams
and so the last stroph cries your insight
for all to realize!

The use of contrasts is Poetics form
it catches the unwary in that word duality
so the Zen of meaning lights through;
the sentiment is Lovely as well...

Truth is rare in words that stare
but arise inside as meaning,
better is the thought in beauty fair,
all in wonder dreaming ...

I stare at forever out from windows
inside and listen to the silence there,
my Heart aches with longing
and a childlike awe makes my mind to meaning ...

Our wordplay dances on the page
and our meaning becomes a dance for the reader ...

Eyes are always on with Writers
through all sorts of miseries and pains.
They tell their stories from whom they are
and from their Dreams of what if.
The `wait`station between one life chapter
and the next is often one of melencholic musings
and inner searching.

To Dream we need to rest
and to live we need to dream;
rest easy and Dream a new life ...