We Sing Small Songs (Poem)

by jr paruolo
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Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. - Albert Einstein

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We sing small songs beneath the rain, then sleep.
Light and shadow mix. We succumb to change.
We wake to shape unspoken dreams to speech.

Stars, like unconscious thoughts, flicker and leap.
We yearn to know the meanings they contain.
We reach out to touch things we cannot reach.

We give up to Time more than we can keep;
(Nothing but the intangible remains.)
We wake to shape unspoken dreams to speech.

Life hangs in season like a fruit asleep,
Poised precariously above the pain.
We reach out to touch things we cannot reach.

Truth is comprised of a few small beliefs
That we examine again and again.
We wake to shape unspoken dreams to speech.

Between the Shadow and the Light, we seek
To find meaning; we attempt to explain.
We wake to shape unspoken dreams to speech.
We reach out to touch things we cannot reach.