And then maybe in the nooks and corners of my mind,
When I am awake in the nights,
Or when I am deep asleep.
When I am singing along to a song,
Or when I am quietly sitting on.
Flashes of the world, that I'd built in my mind,
In mystery, in chime, with everything in billowing time.
I wonder what must be done,in order to get to know how it begun.
In dust, in particles, in ashes and strays.
Leaves, the trees and streams that form a disarray.
Of the blue sky, and the heaven unseen.
Of the fables and poets of days.
How beautiful, as they all fall in place everyday,
Like a picturesque portrait at the end of the hallway.