there are unseen forces afoot
unexplained like how in a moment
a baby’s weeping can turn into a smile
and how with just a dash of the sun’s kiss
a rose can open up her secrets and bloom

there are unseen forces afoot
undeniable like how something as small
insignificant like a cicada
can break the fastness of silence
on a hot summers day

there are unseen forces afoot
unquestioning like how much
I tonight miss you
it is like looking at the moon
and scores of miles away
you also look at the same brilliant orb

there are dreams and then there are dreams
forces that are unseen by the naked eye
but resonating like a waterfall’s voice
in the depths of the beating heart…

We all live in those dreams

(c) 2016 Allen Simpson