Revelations

Revelations happen at night

In the darkest hour; 

From Contemplation, pours forth light.  

Wish you may and wish you might 

Things that were occluded are  now within sight. 

So what is it about quiet reflection 

That makes sense of a thought? 

It is in the lonely  moment 

That an idea is brought forth. 

You wrapped up in your own essence,

Nothing to dilute the thought process, 

A naked canvas of intellectual stimuli, 

All draw from the power of 'I'. 

For the answers  were always deep within,.

Layered far below more than just skin. 

Buried in the chamber pots of the heart and soul,  

All it took was Darkness to unfold. 

~Charlie