A Snowflake Called Life
Darkness is heartbreak; when I’m alone;
with no one’s love to share;
sleep is impossible; since she’s gone;
emptiness doesn’t care.
I no longer drift off to sleep at night;
unconsciousness is all I achieve;
images, intermittently drift into sight;
the mind often tries to deceive.
I saw a living stream, flow from above;
frozen in the higher atmosphere;
it was a dream of the Master’s love;
to make frozen life appear.
I became that living snowflake;
an entity devoid of reality;
this dream was thought’s mistake;
could a live snowflake be me?
Then, I became in a different place;
thoughts; jumbled, inside;
my confused state; brought disgrace;
and, I wanted to go and hide.
Darkness returned; both dreams gone;
I felt a hand gently grip my wrist;
at thought’s command; reality turned on;
none of the above really exists.
If dreams make us whatever we think;
I might become whatever I like;
when a hot day, drives heat to the brink;
I could be a snowflake called life.
Monty 11.20.25. # 3,070