On This Night
Sometimes
when the
snow is falling gently to the ground outside
straight
down
there is
no breeze.
A calmness
comes over the world
there is
no sorrow or suffering
only Peace
I hear laughter on the air
but I
don’t know if it is real, or in my head
and all is
right
all is
One.
In these rare moments, I feel loved
by nature
I feel understood.
In fact, the word
‘misunderstanding’
is a mere
whisper of another world
a product
of human ingenuity
If you can really call it that
in our
great Discourse
our
Misadventure
Our Degeneration.
However
none of
that matters here and now
for now is
the time for something else
and here
is too beautiful for words
so I end
this
not on
painful terms
but on a
whisper and a dream
Eric Davison