Waiting To Be Borne

Awakening this mind to pictures of thought crowding around, wanting to be seen already. Inpatient, yet quietly awaiting the focus they know will be forthcoming in a moment. Hearing church bells ringing from a memory, not wishing to be silent. Unfolding ideas from under covers of nighttime, allowing them to see the universe all around. A universe created by intellect and imagination to take a mind beyond the scope of daily thoughts. Careening into a land of intellectual prowess and intelligence, just waiting to be borne into another poem.