Falling In

Twirling in the shadows
Found in a pool of shade
Frivolous in the obscurity
A ballerina of the oblivion
I am but a speck within this intangible grey
And yet its very essence
A delightful paradox in my own existence.

This vessel half full
Having spilt the shadows from the light
Offers unspoken refuge
Or unflinching release
The seconds linger in a pondered moment.. Do I fly?
Or drift, unmoven

Sometimes I think falling in is the only way out.

The Imagination's Invention

The shape of the ocean
The sky on the moon
The depth in the fire
The Autumn's night in June

The simplicity of day
The flash of night
The destruction of wrong
The duty of right

The honesty of the air
The breath of a dance
The grey of Light
The pattern of chance

The gallop of a dolphin
The sipping of notes
The whisper of an orchestra
The painting of anecdotes

The sigh of a river
The gravity of the sea
The shadow of a touch
The blink of a memory

The seeping of Truth
The floating of sleep
The solitude of feelings
The crawling of a leap

"The brilliance of the hour
The purest of intention
The assurance of thought
Is the Imagination's Invention"

Each can exist if you believe in it
Your Imagination is a gift which is Divine
Inspiration is to celebrate, not grieve in it
Close your eyes, and you'll see the Sign