Gaze

A transcendent truth exists over my head...

I wake up with a faint thought of the word that was said

Find myself in a field where the fog always rolls

Rise to my feet and feel pain in my soles

I stand to take in this land enveloped in a cloud

Prepare for the task before me, I gather my shroud

Then I see two cubs before me, playing in the brush

One cries out loud and the other's at a hush

They play for a moment then the silent one spots me

There's a power in his eyes that he can't even see

I'm overcome with emotion as I look in his face

And anticipate the event, ordained to take place

And for that quiet moment with our eyes locked

The fog escapes our line and the sight is unblocked

And that gaze is the evidence of things unseen

And remember the reality of the word in the dream

In that I take courage and on this path I begin

Knowing the fog is subject too as I go to talk with the Wind

Brandon Michael

June 15th, 2010