Although I must live
In the world as it is
I work to create
The world as I dream
In the world as it is
I work to create
The world as I dream
Here and there, now and again
Exploration yields discovery
Not of a new world
But a new way of seeing
But there, above, a brooding cloud
Foreboding sight
And, by the morn’, a looming shroud
Gone from memory
As if
They’d never
Happened
For in the darkness
Beauty thrives
Captured here by glassy eyes
A net to capture
Brittle broken crystals
Falling gently
Alighting on smallest twig
A coat of soft white
On gnarled white bark
I carry compassion
A torch to light my way
Through the darkness of unseeing
I wield mindfulness
A blade to cut my way
Through the brambles of being