Awakening

(now the ears of my ears awake and

now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

       -E.E. Cummings

more subtle than the moon adorning cosmic tides--

stranger than where a shooting star resides--

distortion dies

and luminosity takes

the wheel of a waking mind

(and all this time I've been too blind to see

that everything I've searched

for was right in front of me)

    but now, I'm awake

one more burning bridge that was never built--

just another empty glass of spilled milk--

but somewhere out there

a new-born rose

will grow in ten feet of snow

(and all this time I've been too blind to see

that everything I've searched

for was right in front of me)

    but now, I'm awake

(sometimes it takes losing all you have

to find just what you need)