Again

 And so the time has come, to sit with that which is the "POND" and ask, all those questions, that we already know the answers to, "AGAIN".

What is it, that I really know, and how many times have I wondered, if the night has a sound, if we all see, the same color when we look up at the sky and why do kites fly.

Were butterfly's always free? And here I am asking, "AGAIN".

Do dreams last forever? And is Dreaming like dancing in my sleep? Is it only a warm wind that blows my dreams across the "POND"

 And here I am dreaming "AGAIN"

The "Dream Weaver" reminds me that my thoughts and dreams are really the song of my life and it doesn't matter if it is day or night.

Then why am I here "Again"

And "Again" the "POND" reminded me that I am here, during, the living years. When all the colors of my life are having a conversation about saying it best, when I say nothing at all. And that every moment will always be held in the reflections on the "POND".

"AGAIN" I am reminded, that the "POND" will teach me, catch me, Love me, and will always be ours. I remember when the "ONE" whispered to me, that there will always be another day and surely the "Others" have been here, "AGAIN".

I sometimes wish that we could meet and know the "POND" together. Yet I know, we won't and I wonder why, "AGAIN".

So I ask the "POND" Are all the beginnings the same beginning.

And the fascination, that is the "POND" said to me, you are meant to travel through this beginning and when you return, you will ask the questions,

"AGAIN"

And that is how it is meant to be.