Dancing the Dream Awake
Still, silent, loves grateful heart,
Rainbows rich spectrum consumed
By mystical fountains of delight.
Golden leaf suspended between
Two worlds, neither green nor fallen,
Dancing its spiral journey, mesmeric,
Sunlit, cool breeze caressed,
Emotions held in motion.
Fuscia bright, Songbird joyfully skips,
Mindful amid Autumn sunsets
Creeping cloak of lengthening shadow.
Mark Osmer 2014
There comes a point within the chaos, when stillness descends. In these precious moments, you can rest in the quietness, be still, breathe, refresh and mindfully bathe in the awareness of the tranquillity, as it surrounds you and your arena. Listen and hear the whispers of your soul. I did and I wrote them down. You are invited to follow my creative writing journey - Mark Osmer, Poet and Author of The Stillness Within The Storm
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