At The Instant Of Reality And Time (Part III of Time's Instances)

wrapped inside reality and time I rise
to cool summit kissed by bluest dawn
and hear the rush of forest far below again
my mountaintop now crowned with diamond dew
all signs of night and wondrous expanse now gone
I stretch old muscles stiffened by old cold

at this instant of reality and time I feel
the night’s remembered blessed hand
as joyous love still bursting in my soul
flowing back into the positives of time
that are my shining bliss of children,
and the proud blaze of precious woman
who fills my undeserving life  
with instants of infinite time.


Our instant of reality and time has come:
standing poised on brink of hopefulness
eager feet and tearful joy-stained face
already turned to family and home
I turn to you to say:-
our dreams become our actions
our actions our reality
if this is so then how
can we not be
the masters of our world?