Oft

Oft I Travel

For to Find these Moments

Of Eternal kind

Visitations with Clarity

So crisp clear

Inhabiting unto Taste Smell Feel

The coming of The Sense

A Secret Knowing

With odd sensation embracing

Yes

I Know

We Know

But not for This Time and Place

Soundlessly echoing

As a Vibration

Alive in the stillness silent

The DreamTime

My Dark and portent hours

Where unbeknownst to You yet

A Concord is made Unspoken

Sealed in Starlight

Streaking

Invisible into Visible

The Cosmos made tangible

And You too can catch It

If You Know

Michael

30.04.26