AUGUR
Who could possibly have been able to augur
that the face I once saw
in my dream
in my dream
(the one of indeterminable ethnicity)
piercing me, smiling at me
was a sign in the midst of deep quandary?
So young, distracted
standing at the edge of uncertainty
what I saw in my vision
would never cease to haunt me.
Effulgent eyes that galvanized me
from a deep sleep
all those years ago
It was a familiarity
that belied my senses
...and yet
I sit here today at the edge of the world
wondering to myself…
how could that picture of you
stir me to the point
stir me to the point
of overwhelming tears?
In the midst of re-living my Deja vu
an epiphany befalls me – I now see so clearly
you are the thaumaturge sent to bequeath me
about the true nature of predestination
You have taught me to hold trust tight
...and much like jagged stones being washed into sand
the things worth waiting for in life take time
the things worth waiting for in life take time
Youthful imprudence matures into a serene acceptance
…I now know for certain that
dreams and eyes don’t lie
© Teresa/Divinia 3rd March 2015
This is the cave at the edge of Australia
that my wandering spirit took me to yesterday
It is where I sat to capture my thoughts
that my wandering spirit took me to yesterday
It is where I sat to capture my thoughts
inspired the day before by a photo
I saw of someone very dear to me,
I saw of someone very dear to me,
and to whom I dedicate this.
photos taken by me
(c) tp2015
(c) tp2015
