Poem: When The Wall Came Crashing Down


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One night I dreamed my friend was dying.
 Sitting, strumming his guitar, singing...
 He knew.
 When the wall of time crashed in my mind,
 I knew.

He was there, in threads of being,
 telling me what he was seeing.
 A vast sun...
 within its golden streams
 all loves, endeavors, dreams, all passions.
 His voice whispering that I
 need never be alone or frightened.

Listen, he said, and you will hear.
 I listened, and he was everywhere.
 Radio, TV, the bookstore, the mall,
 Whispered synchronicities.

I said, "get out of my head."
 But he came inside and opened my eyes,
 melted my heart while my soul realigned.
 And I learned...
 love is not a feeling, love is all there is.

Copyright 2003-2015 Grace Lindsay. This is an original work by Grace, if you wish to publish it please contact her.

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