It’s there, sometimes
In between the strings of the present and the past
Hidden there in the fabric of space and reality
Making each moment more special than the last
It’s there, somehow
Emerging from the depths of the subconscious mind
As if you can almost touch and feel the intangible
Like an emotion becomes palpable and unconfined
It’s there, someway
Cradled amidst the stems of foundation and origin
With a profound sense of being and keen intellect
That everything else just pales in comparison
It’s here, somewhere
Buried under these lines, rhymes, notes and tones
With the hope that the mutual feeling brings absolution
With the hope that the words bring comfort to my bones
It’s here, somewhere in this poem
Cleverly penned, Wally. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian, always welcome your comments.
There’s a quiet reverence in this—like you’re circling something sacred without naming it.
That “there” feels like the pulse beneath memory and mind, the kind of presence that steadies a man when the noise falls away.
Thank you Thomas. There are moments when feel something at higher conscious level that we feel drawn to it and yet give it that “quiet reverence” without going into detail.
Hope all is well.