Stream of Consciousness...

On fragile wings of hope
I glide on silver moonbeams
through life, across the hidden
valleys of despair, knowing my
spirit will carry on over the abyss
of oh so trying times, hoping soon
my bitter days will cease when I fly
on sunbeams over mountain tops
and green valleys where lilies bloom
with my spirits high and my optimism
unlimited where my delight feeds on
the exquisite, a place where creative
and positive dreams dwell where
golden hopes turn into happy realities
and life grows into this magnificent,
great adventure poets write about,
while in the small orb of my senses
the illusion of this huge, mysterious
universe only exists within the recesses
of my mind where the highs and lows
of my circumscribed life carry me
through this unique birth to death
experience, this short interval to be
tasted and enjoyed to the fullest
and my short span of life emerged
from ancient stardust only to return
to the source it came from or to
arise in some other form at a distant
time in an eternal cycle, but never,
never again rise to the wonder of my
own self, this unique I, who once lived,
hoped, dreamt and passed on...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2009 Alfred Charasz