A Poem by Caroline Cecile
Silence of the dark
nothing to see
nothing to hear
no smell, just emptiness
there’s a force, an energy
tangible, but mysterious
but there’s no reason
nothing to see
nothing to hear
no smell, just emptiness.
Thoughts, star lights in the night
something to see
something to conceive
a vision, awareness
the force expands, identity
purposeful, creation begins
an artist at work, painstakingly
seeks to express, giving its all
nothing holding back, driven.
The tug, beat of the heart
something to hear
something to feel
raindrops, miracle of water, music
the planting begins, the plans
take shape, the dream turns real
the all to give
the all to love
and the heart takes precedence,
Dawn in splendid colors.
