01 February 2018

It Begins Like A Dream

It begins like a dream, 
Something vague, subtle, quiet,
A thought, just a thought, 
Turning round on itself
Growing in power
Chanted in the echoing chambers
Of the mind, 
Until it is resonating, like a bell, 
Like a chorus of bells, 
Tolling over and over. 
Just a thought. 
Just a word. 
Just a name.