On the Thresholds of Tomorrow

Writing down what comes to mind

sets the spirit free

when the shady gloom of reality

merges to ennui.[1]

To reflect upon a moment,

a thought that comes to mind,

brings together memories of

a once upon a time.

Sometimes in my reflections,

I bring about a worldly change,

a tidal force of inspiration, say,

at first it seems so strange.

I am a burning man with visions

of complex configurations,

delving deeply within myself,

resurgent aspirations.

Love is not a feeling,

it's an emotion deep within,

visual stimulations,

the mind begins to spin

into a myriad interpretations,

of love and life and death,

when every moment is precious,

and so gentle is each breath.

The dawning of the sun

brings hope to each new day;

on the thresholds of tomorrow,

old things will pass away.

[1] ennui – pronounced on·we