I hear calling and run to the door
but there is no one there

I hear beautiful singing but when I try to understand the words
The song disappears

I feel breezes blowing through me
but I can’t hold on to them

I see faces in the clouds but when I try to speak to them
They turn into clouds again

I smell the fresh scent of a just picked flower
Once picked the scent is soon gone

I see the curtain open to my worldly play
but the actors are all me

I close my eyes to sleep and dream
but when I awaken I have forgotten

 

Jim Hawks Copyright©