The Joy of the Fall
The joy of the fall was to fight in the late of night. For here, no ones there, yet, you. Inside the dream I could imagine a scene, Realer than the realest real, Closer and nearer, feeling God. The skins I could see and touch, The smells of the surroundings huddled up. Focusing instinct beyond lines formed, Creating pictures that bring me joy, impressing the Earth as I stand heir. The joy of the fall was to fight in the late of night, For here, no one's there, yet you in sight. Inside the dream, I could imagine a scene, Realer than the realest real, serene. Closer and nearer, feeling God’s hand, The skins I could see, the touch so grand. The smells of the Earth, surroundings huddled tight, Instinct sharp, beyond formed lines sight. Creating pictures that bring me joy, Impressing the Earth as I stand, heir to the soil. For in this moment, the dream and is I aligned, Claiming my place, by divine design. --- Th ethereal natural dreams grounding force into presence