Under a wan sun
Sintering through the cloud
Throwing speculars here
A weak shadow there
A young man throws sticks to his dog
Which gleefully, gaspingly
Retrieves them
A young man throws sticks to his dog
Which gleefully, gaspingly
Retrieves them
I love it so much
I tend to find it
Where others see only the everyday
Only the expected
Forms and lines
With seeming guile
Lead my eye
On paths unknown
I rise from sleep
To greet the sun
With song and peace
Then in its light
Join reverie
For life and love
And Harmony
I wonder
At the tenacity
Of living things
And marvel at the beauty
Death sometimes brings
I may think of friends
Who are far away
But always in my orbit
Always there
Even if not visible
In my daylight skies
But I try to live every day
As if it were a tread
On the staircase
Which would take me there
All I need
Is to open my eyes
Remembering
That by “eyes”
I mean heart