We awake in the morning hour,
a golden shadow on the wall…
Objects outlined in the penumbra
a story unfolding in the mind…
Consciousness, joy or pending doom
the eye moves in inner space.
The soul’s naked, vulnerable, aware
but for the spark of hope that lights
the kinder space…
Finds its connection its birthplace
It overcomes the world, its ills or fears
It knows its destiny of infinite, eternal
Knowing, of peace and void of tears.
copyright @ Madeleine
