Mysteries.

Still and silent,

Star-aligned moon beams,

Obscured in densities,

Behind morning clouds,

Like souls of dreamers,

Too young to tread the ground.

Muted melodies,

Of the waking birds,

Singing the possibilities,

Gracefully— and as loud,

That it pierces dawn,

And the sunrise follows.

Questions tempt,

Overwhelming answers.

Gathering crowds,

You have no room to enter.

Towers of hope,

Shall not topple,

When your choice,

Is to give up.

Away, please stay,

I need to listen closely.

Your voices stir,

Fogs instead of dreams.

I’m not an atmosphere,

But a garden to water,

My mind thus needs,

Hope— and it shall settle.

If for some reason,

I choose to slow down,

I shall hear the birds,

Singing of signs;

The mystery of unknown,

Lyrics to songs.

Yet, there shall be meanings,

Unfolding through and through,

Finding questions,

I will answer them, soon.

Lay with me,

For the night is warm,

I could stay awake,

And watch you sleep,

Watch your spirit,

Rise in its dreams,

I’ll assure they hover,

For as long as they please.

The world, not a benefactor,

It can only be,

What we perceive.

Then let’s seek,

Hidden mysteries,

And inscrutable dreams.

- inspired by mornings driven by affirmations to keep believing in the real presence of the unearthly.