PossibilityCould it be Reality Is not a lot of what There is to see? Is it true That there’s a clue In rings and wings and things Out of the blue? What if skies Before our eyes Are bright with flight of light That never dies? What if trees Sway in the breeze And swoon and croon in tune With hidden seas? Is it true That me and you Each swirl and twirl and curl With subtle hue? Could it be Eternity Is not the plot of what We choose to see?
Wayne Visser © 2009
String, Donuts, Bubbles & Me (book)