Current mood:
inspired
The Dreaming
(A Poem-Prose written by Martin Eden 24&25 August 2008)
There is a time
There is a place
A changing
An ending of a beginning
There is a sense of not wanting to let go
Of growing emptiness, unwanted
Yet there is celebration
In growing renewal
There is a folding into memory
And a pause full of unknown
Then an unfolding uncertainty
Of a new flower
While a seed of familiarity
Dances in the distance
To the tune of a new song
Born of an old
A passion envelopes a greater picture
Draws it to its bussom as love
A light is kindled within
And life is momentarily explained
? Martin Eden
fermented
luminous
thankful
tired
peaceful
angsty