Make a Wish

An opening in space as the voice of self calls in the distance like a genie in a bottle,
Begging and whispering  for the stillness to prevail,
Sighing at every loss in the moment of a transparent story,
And smiling when home is present or found.

An old clock begins to miss its beat,
As the chirping bird never misses hers,
A call into the darkness where all reflection of light is given,
As the shadows dance with form.

One simple song  for all,
With a million threads all singing,
Then falling back and back again,
Into trueness and peace.

Vastness in an open door ,
Fear and excitement at stepping through,
Only to see a lone gatekeeper,
Welcoming all with open arms.

Searching and fumbling,
For a space in time,
Which can’t be found,
Shhh, don’t make a sound