
framed by a window
between the trees and the clouds
the Moon on her way
that which stops us from seeing
only looking with our eyes

framed by a window
between the trees and the clouds
the Moon on her way
that which stops us from seeing
only looking with our eyes
light where the road bends
startling until the mind sees
the train’s on the track
constant cognitive struggle
between what’s sensed and what’s real

when your heart and mind
throbbing and overflowing
agree on the Truth