Poem by Dan Allen

My words fall into a empty sky.
Simply to coalesce with the world of a passerby.
What is it that supports the sounds.
Making known feeling to those around.
I sat and watched as worlds combined.
I observed as saints began to shine.
For once worlds unto themselves, they again return to the reality of oneness.
Stayed by a force from within.
What is this dynamism where in they stay.
This love which ends the night of a lonely souls play.
Threading together as pearls on a string.
Reuniting as one, a divine being.