Amongst the raindrops and bits of light,

there is sweetness and joy in sight

I could sing it in the thunder,

while you dance between the clouds

I could transfer it in music

while you wonder if it’s real!

Up there, in the staircase of your mind...is a rhythm pulsing,

It’s the Blissful sound of Life’s forgotten laughter

When you listen, and remove yourself

from man’s creative jungles,

All, is seen the way it is...the way it was...

Only thoughts will journey into the Future

Paul Immanuel Owens