Corridor of Stars
When least expected, someone’s mind pursues us
Communicating in the dead of night,
And in the rosy dawn of day’s awakening
receives the answers – quick and warm, and right.
How is that?
Where do these thoughts come from
To quiet heart, and loosen memory?
Perhaps from Source of Everything’s creation
Where dreams and love are cherished
Then set free.
© Patricia Lamont
