A year of life
Time moves you see
It's not static
Others are moving,
although quite erratic
Light floated along for free,
but used their feelings that be
They stayed entwined,
while people unravelled,
and were unkind
A human being,
with consciousness and seeing
Middle eye being
Feeling the air some beware
Tuned into all the vibrations there
Why can't you feel the light
Churning, concerning, discerning
Something called recharge,
floats along on the barge
Times needed towed by light
Other times carrying,
all that was bright
All that is left is light

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney