The gentlest of sighs escapes your lips,
Catching you unawares,
Casually touching your heart strings
And wishing the thought that it bears
Be brought to mind and become the sublime.
You stir a spell, then fall asleep
And a vision you behold
Of how it is, and how it was,
And what the future holds.
You sigh again, and feel at peace
If only this would be,
And then you see that all along
How this was meant to be.
Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart.
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.
Graphics by EternalSpirit©2004
Taken from a painting by Josephine Wall