an inescapable truth which encompasses all lies you are, <br />the single multitude of form that each and every snowflake hides, <br />the cold that makes such beauty from the absence of heat, <br />the heat that melts all frozen and becomes the gentle river of love <br />flowing at all creatures feet, and through, and through; <br />all we are, and all we meet, and all we do. <br /> <br />the perfection of each defect shines in your perfected face <br />as the sound of bells rung ages past fills our silent ears <br />and the taste of deep hunger fills all eyes with forgotten tears, <br />this body a boat, this mind a billowing sail, this wind your love; <br />what shore can be reached on the horizon of drifting stars, <br />that same shore on which we now stand, viewed from afar. <br /> <br />not this, not this, not any grain of sand that may be sifted, <br />nor any mountain that yearns to be climbed <br />nor the ocean of time ever lapping that present shore; <br />just the lingering fragrance of sandalwood <br />after the wind returns to heaven’s dark, unmoving, stillness, <br />and the stars bow low, so low, we hold them in our hands.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reality-becomes-a-dream-that-never-was/
