Reflections of dreams
Played out on a
Multivaried screen,
Passing stillnesses
Take flight then disappear
Into the light
As if to
Indicate a mean...
'Twas just the other day
When I took this shot,
As I entered the fray
To find my lot,
Still one can't but say
That one cannot
Quickly find ones way
Slowly, even at a trot.
The train is moving
At it's own pace,
Anxious passengers are
In a rush,
The universe has its calling,
'Though we might not hear it,
The loud whispers are a
Quiet hush,
But the path takes you there,
And moves quickly,
And silently,
At its own unhurried haste.
