by Eric Utin

Created on: May 04, 2008

In the quiet moments before the dawn,in a deep gentle place we hold dear.Here we find our truth,our own special reality,subtle smiles,and children's laughter,we can find here too the strength too forge our way onward too greater depth.........................art is here,the soul's playground/poetry .and all dreams held together with a whispers kiss,even life's tragic and stark reality can be embraced,and in this we can find our own reward.too beckon us from shallow dread,and empower us too meet life's treasures like fine wine,too be savored passionately with great care,in the quiet recess of a man's soul are all the wonders and magic that stars bring in the twinkle at midnight,living large in moments space gives us cause too rejoice these splendors with great embrace,and life is large in star dreams,free ourselves from drudge and boring slate,set us free on wings made of these star's dust......................can not a man find a greater Truth then himself free of the dull regard of normal trance in which we toil daily.?it is a search and work that eagerly entices the bravest of souls,a certain amount of courage is required too find truth in art,poetry and music,but in the end is this not the true voice we use too speak too God?oh how we struggle in days unfulfilled and empty without passion,but alas what is passion?how do we attain it.?is it in the quiet soul's re prose,is it in the smile of colors bound in flower free in mid autumn's grasp?or is it held between smiles and laughter in UN guarded seconds held at day's end

>?Through a mirror that reflects my sadness and hope for love I find a bit of my true self,eager and hungry for life,and more,I struggle daily too find a joy and a life rich with meaning.I am here in the Grey held in afternoon's afternoon,contemplating the remainder of what might have been,but may now be mine alone,partly ocean;s fury mist,deep deep blue in shadow's of daffodils and roses bloom................how we challenge God's grip,how we eagerly try too break free,man's life is like a poem or song that is never finished,yet although it inspires,it also leaves us sad,and wanting for a finality that never comes,which is greater,man's reality and natures true colors blanketing him everywhere,or his strength and desire too find more,>?

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