Kaleidoscoping from dark to the light,
My heart needed to be reigned in tighter.
To ricochet in some swaying rope-dance
From somnolence to wanton dalliance
Was recipe for every mental ailment.
So seeng life should not be thus, my intent
Was not to cheapen but to value days.
My heart must have a holiday, not lazy
Or recreational, - - transcendental
It would then capitulate, see essential
Harmony in peace. A sabbatical
With silence would not be too radical.
Giving time to time with pressures lost
In present moment would not prove costly
A secret anniversary - - - with Me.
Some spot within where I could dream, freely.
Now I, awakened with this revelation,
Welcome my newfound regeneration.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-awakening-24/
