My favored form of dialogue is this: 

With Pen in hand and well-endowed with Ink,

The Words stored in my head I can’t dismiss,

Drop dew-like on the page and make me think.

The question I ask daily is the one,

Which brings me back to write what I observe.

Is true reality under the sun?

Or is it settled somewhere, where the swerve

Will lead me off the well-worn path? As I

  Encounter life in mystery and song.                     

My heart and soul are stirred and with a sigh,

I raise my eyes to see where I belong.

The sun I live beneath, a fading star;

Reality  is hidden where you are.

Copyright © 2017 by Deone Emineth


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