As sun peeks o’er the eastern line
I crave its fiery light
I wish to hold it, make it mine,
As day springs forth from night
It paints orange the land and sea
And sets afire the sky
And so the sun smiles upon me
Before rising so high
So brief those moments of the dawn
And yet they stay with me
E’en after they are long since gone
Only a memory
I wish to see lush jungles
And reefs of blue and green
O’er which the thunder rumbles
And all that’s in between
I hope to find some purpose
On distant, warmer shores
Where all the things that hurt us
I can leave at the doors
Alack, alas, I say to thee,
My stalwart, wizened friend
That you should be so tied to me
Until the bitter end
How blesséd am I
To be the one who’s with you
For all of my days
Such heat emits the summer sun
Upon my weary skin
Such woe betides th’unlucky one
Whose days are spent within
So quick do grasses rise above
The freshly-sodden ground
Fast pop the daisies after rain
Has sprinkled o’er their heads
Yet trees are slow and plodding
Their branches grow sans haste
Each day t’ward the sun nodding
With patience.
And with open eyes and ears
One turns to the world
And sees
And hears
And all that you knew
Changes in a moment
Like an eddying wind
Far down the twisting path I go
Beside the one I cherish true
‘neath knotted boughs, o’er roots below
We in our steps purpose imbue
For we have sights set on a truth
That lies beyond the edge of sight
A thing sought since the pride of youth
Diminished in new wisdom’s light
I lift her up, she grasps my hand
And pulls me through the corridors
Of shadowy and unsure land
Just as I shield her from life’s sores
And though the truth lies yet beyond
That which we see before us still
T’ward it we go, for ’tis our bond
To climb together that lone hill
The world is as a swirling cloud
Uncertain, ever-changing
Through which thunder booms
And lightning cracks
To see it from without is to see little
To see it from within is to be blinded
What, then, is the cloudburst
Of the world?
The sun has crossed horizon’s line
The skies have deepened, too
And so does summer’s nightly sign
Shine golden-bright and true
They flit and fly and shine so bright
But only for a wink
The fireflies that walk by night;
You’ll miss them if you blink
