Reality

The fabric of reality is a weave

Of the light rays and the sound waves

Of smells that tingle and touches that sear

Of the taste of hunger in the pit of the belly

From the hair to the soles the consciousness flits

Resting at points that mark our chosen life coordinates

The weave………the delicate gossamer weave

Invisible but forceful and all pervasive,

This is the weave of matter and energy

This is the reality made of dreams