Contemplation

Early are the cries that come whispering to me
Rousing me from sleep and speaking mystically
Deep are the echoes that sound through the night
Inviting me beyond my own inner light.

Unspoken are the words and mystical the ways
In which I'm touched by these transforming rays
Unable to move about and barely able to see
I remain transfixed inside this mystery

So sweet is the music from the universe outside
Touching my fragile mind and my being deep inside
I'm lost to that realm which is measured by our time
So I  dwell within a space that gives birth to all my  rhyme