One cannot fall
asleep in a dream,
While in reality we
think we're awake,
As time passing
surrealistic,
Never follows rules
of patterns,
When a moment falls
like glass,
Shattering into
hours,
And an hour rises
like a rocket,
Disappearing in a
moment.
Within our dreams we
see reality,
Though we cannot
touch or be touched,
Within the day
reality is a dream,
With all things
mistaken physical,
Being mostly of empty
space,
Just energy in bonds
of relation,
Across the gulf of
time,
Comprising our bodies
in place.
Our illusions becoming
shattered,
When circumstance
brings destruction,
A life unto a life
dispelled,
Bringing grief like
none can tell,
Or the fires of
change rearranging,
Making hard work all
for naught,
Yet we should never
be distraught,
For energy cannot be
destroyed.
Floating in the
nothing of everything,
One thing makes
reality real,
An energy beyond
contemplation,
For love is the fuel
of creation,
Bringing gardens out
of dust,
And beating hearts
out of a union,
Making sense out of
confusion,
For love is the
eternal song.
