Quiet Thoughts

In the quiet silence of the darkest night
I see and dream again, with new found sight

To ponder this knowledge again as before
Making sense of it all I desperately implore

On the wings of the morning I sit and reflect
Such knowledge it seems, I cannot dissect

But it’s rudely apparent from my abstracted view
That all I perceive cannot really be true

Remember those stones* we have all talked about?
I believe they are gone with shadow-less doubt

So what remains are dreamlike memories, mostly lost
As unmet thoughts unfolding, significantly embossed

In my mind’s eye I still see much clouded doubt
The times I have thought so, I cannot surmount

Understanding the flight of thoughts as feelings untold
The mysteries I search for serendipitously unfold

So, take these thoughts on the potters wheel as lumps of clay
To mold a better world, a better day, and a better me; I pray



* The reference to "stones" is from the very first post on my poetry blog back in April, 2009 which I called Casting a Stone