We know what reality is!
but as we dance,
down Hopes Road,
to creativity,
to answer,
life’s mobile calls,
there is, there becomes, there arrives,
a shimmering blur of silvered light,
the dawn.
the gestalt-ed moment.
oh my loved ones,
we can pretend our life away,
reality in fact a play.
I believe in truth, in colours bright ,and of children’s laughter – as pure as the first waters of the first spring…
Version B – I blanche at this, as it almost sounds like advice, whereas I want a reader (and me) to see the light on their own, to ascend perhaps, to truly stop the merry go round and understand the truth of our situation, terminal singular chance, to speak into being as Aslan once did , call me a fool filled with fashioned hope but,
I believe in truth, in colours bright ,and of children’s laughter – as pure as the first waters of the first spring…