Waking up together
Dancing through the night.
What looked like darkness
Now revealed as light.
Myriad halves
Reminding each other of the dream
That we weaved together
Before we split the seams.
Collective creation
Endless waves in motion
Originating from a pin prick
In our imagination.
From this perspective
Life can be seen
A leaf unfolding,
Programmed by the seed.
And so, we beg the question
Is there room for speculation?
Can a mistake be made by a seed?
The blameless blemish
What blame can it bear?
When all that came before
Led us here.
Now exiting the stage
Each moment played its part.
Dissolves back into nothing
Lightness of heart.
The ‘falls’ fall away
What’s left is there to say
No more room for questions
Life is not what it seemed…
Must one fall asleep,
To wake up from a dream?
Archana Davis is a singer song writer who enjoys writing poetry. She works plants, creating medicinal gardens and is currently writing a story based on her grandfather’s WW2 journal, intertwined with the realm of fairies.
Image Credit: Carol Jacobs-Carre
