
Creative Writing - Poetry - Transformation

Every single day
I would cry to the stars
And the moon:
"You are all together
Out there, gregariously
Can you send me up there soon?"
Not a single day
Would I hear a response
Nor see a significant sign
In time I would forget about heaven
And experience the here and now,
to my amazement beautifully benign
Living in the here and now
Seems a thought so small
But is infinitely more, a true realization
That one isn't alone after all
Just in the middle of a transformation
To eventually become part of
The universal manifestation