at dawn <br />you wake up <br />with <br />no one by <br />your side <br /> <br />silence <br />in its irony <br />begins <br />to syllabicate <br /> <br />there is <br />a caress that <br />makes <br />you <br />turn into <br />a sea breeze <br /> <br />you float <br />into myriad <br />possibilities <br /> <br />you become <br />so many <br />metaphors <br /> <br />that you can fly <br />wingless <br />that you can dive <br />to depths <br />without fins <br />you become an <br />eternity <br /> <br />one is up there <br />looking <br />at one who is <br />down there <br />meditating <br /> <br />some matters <br />escape you <br />into the folly <br />of deep sleep <br /> <br />one thing is sure <br />despite the <br />doubts <br /> <br />you are never alone <br />and you can always go beyond <br />this and that<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-are-always-beyond-this-and-that/
