Within the folds of time,
its infinite warp of ripples,
I find myself seeking other minds,
those facets of my soul
entwined in unknown realms.
I often feel their pleas,
in dreams just hints of memory,
yet consciousness I implore,
to know what paths I’ve trodden
before, now and to come.
Yet all is now,
interwoven in complex weaves of life,
time elastic in endless plights
of vast and ongoing lessons,
and I am here there and everywhere,
yesterday, today and tomorrow bare.
And I in pensive states,
seek the truths that ache my heart,
so far from this my consciousness,
yet wanted in my sentient drive to know,
to embrace my whole.
Time is but a game of chance,
stretching out for balance,
and I, inquisitive beyond capacity,
reaching into dark cavities,
hoping for some understanding.
All I know is that light abounds,
as time affords its measured ground,
and we the brunt of its eternal flow,
walk hand in hand to adventures of the soul,
a slow and painstaking ascendancy.
I know I want too much,
my soul in myriad lives I cannot touch,
yet glimmers keep me inspired,
seeking, yearning for more,
as higher I may ascend to truths now beyond me.
Tony DeLorger © 2017