Silence isn’t empty, it is full of answers.
And stories can be told with minimal phrasing
Tis the affluent mind that raises the standards,
and coerces the soul to reach beyond praising
These days play like movies, each subsequent reel palls,
In cues and cut frames our boundaries are limited
But what if we broke through, and splintered the fourth wall,
And with every fiber, we became limitless.
Limitless to what’s next, to that quasi feeling,
of new anticipation or capability?
Of flying without planes, erasing the ceiling,
controlling the unknown, the mind’s motility.
And magic, but of course, there is always magic,
In the slightest whimsy, the sweet winds in the trees.
The palpability, in the very fabric,
within a good night’s sleep where the mind rests at ease.
Our eyes happily twitch, as we dream in silence,
Chortling ear to ear, in gorgeous mosaics
As the pieces slowly, and deftly give license
And the austerity of life is forsaken
The disquiet ebbs, in stories already whirled,
Each dream becomes so real, as we paint with our thoughts.
As imagination fathoms and dreams unfurl,
the fuse of possible, gapes into what is sought.
And like all that matters, it’s cause and effect,
Therefore the imagination can’t be destroyed
People hope for magic, unsure of what is next,
So dreams and imaginings will ever be employed.
It just takes the first step to realize everything
And discern that those moments left in quietude
Were meant for your mind’s passion and for worshipping
That the uncertainties in your dreams might elude.
So when you peep through that ineffable keyhole,
And the sun shines upon you for another day,
know that tomorrow’s fantasies are the insoles,
of the shoes you walk in, and the purpose you must convey.*