AND when you hear God-speak
does your mind weepingly think
what am I and where is this?
and the purpose slippery fish
lost within that vast ocean

And do you sense a smelling love
of fragrant rose with your name
that all was made just for you
and all is a part of your heart
like the stars — your children too?

The secret is the truth
that tucked-away memory
a treasure chest in sands
awaiting your fingers to grasp
Dreams are memories like life!

:: 11-08-2014 ::