Through the ether's boundless realm,
Where thoughts and dreams converge,
A symphony of vibrant waves,
Where minds unite and surge.
Like radio waves in the air,
Each brain a receiving station,
Capturing vibrations of thought,
With creative imagination.
A tapestry of endless streams,
Ideas flowing, never finite,
From souls both known and unknown,
In this cosmic mental twilight.
The poet's pen, a tuning fork,
Resonating with inspiration,
Transcribing thoughts from distant minds,
Into words, a pure creation.
Through this ether, we connect,
In this vast collective mind,
Bridging gaps of time and space,
A network of thoughts intertwined.
A silent language, unspoken words,
That only minds can comprehend,
A universal symphony,
That has no beginning or end.
So let us tap into this source,
Let our imaginations soar,
For within the ether's embrace,
We find ideas worth fighting for.
Through this medium, ethereal,
We share our deepest truths,
As every human brain can feel,
The power of creative youth.
So let us listen, let us learn,
From the vibrations that we sense,
For through the ether's endless dance,
We find our shared intelligence.
A poem I created thru ai and this photo I took was taking a few years ago, oh know I forget which river it is, its either the Avon River in Stratford Ontario or the Maitland River in Goderich, Ontario