Hidden inside my story
and the fluency of my pen
is the memory of my heart
and the universe of my mind
floating in the tides of time.
Echoed in the silences
between my then and now
are wistful voices
of a life that overflows
like a river
runs to the sea.
At home within myself
in a beautiful place,
I pass through
but remain in the world
as free as time
and the movement
of stillness.
My landscape of reflections
is undeniably untouchable.
The fluid memories depthless.
My days so luminous
they waive night shadows.
Light as the air
I am in paradise everywhere,
not only in the dreams
I dreamed last night.
© JOHN PISCATELLA
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This would be fun to hear set to music - some of the pieces would do lovely as a repeating frame. Thanks for sharing!
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