The Eye Of Thought

The Eye Of Thought



like a dream in early morn
forgotten as the spark of stars
just as a shadow moves in hide and seek
the night blooms like a passion flower
enveloping us in hidden cover

dramatic glory in shades of gray and black
the desires of mankind come alive
such as the eye of the darkest night
hidden ambiance of nightly solitude
where peace flows as water
over babbling brook
as trees are dancing a waltz
slowly in the breeze

for the dreams are swallowed
up in yesterday
and today will birth the night
as always , the circle revolves
quietly, with smooth hands of the clock

the dreams are only fantasy
embedded deep in thought and submissive to memory
or an idea of lavender and rain drops
in evening shades of gray and black.

©MyrtleThomas /12