inn between

in the darkness between thought and feel.......
between illusion and what is real.....
between what is and what we see......
between the they, and the me........

can live confusion, and even pain....
especially when we measure by gain.....
but in this storm, can live the eye
when we learn to say ok, instead of why

So, in every darkness, lives a light
as every day, turns into night
and the abyss that can be night..
disappears with dawns sweet bird's early flight

In the still, and quiet smile
and outward timidity, all the while
is a strength, a wonder to behold
and heart of light, and soul of gold
the youngest youth
most ancient old
who is every story ever told