Cosmic Eye Somewhere

July 26, 2015 at 7:22 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

There are some open spaces where you can be
preferably on a rock under a tree.

The vehicles in the distance you will barely hear
the old buildings across are dead and dear.

And as the rhymes you read open your mind
you look up at the sky calm and quiet.

There you see the endless white flowing
also perhaps one or two birds flying.

Now the day darkens and you feel
one with the trees one with the breeze
and you begin to walk home
one with the streets.

Shops and shoppers,
vegetables and vendors
gladden your eye.

Streetlight and headlight
brighten the night.

– Dominic Alapat


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