The Small Voice

                                                   



                                           

                                                 


                                                 The small voice takes over
                                                  In the quiet season of sleep

                                                 Pale desires project necessity
                                                          And intention

                                                       In these calm ebbs
                                                            The force
                                                        The spark of life
                                            Makes itself known to the dreamer

                                                When eyes open to morning
                                                              However
                                                        Awareness scatters
                                                     To the mind’s recesses
                                                          To lie obscure
                                                      
                                                        Beyond language
                                                                 And
                                                            Explanation