Let me wander, wondering
What wondrous songs the world might sing
If sand lines that mean not a thing
Were left to fray like hempen string
Tag: iambic tetrameter
7/25/2022 – the simple joys
I walk along the sandy brook
And listen to the water’s song
As hidden toads upon me look
And in the shallows, minnows throng
And there amidst that wilder noise
I hear an eerie melody
One singing of the simple joys
Of standing there in nature, free
‘Tis our bond
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
7/8/2021
What quiet wonder do I feel
When tales and fantasies abound
Deep in my mind’s corners, they heal
The darknesses that I have found
6/30/2021 – dancing with the tide
A boundless ocean, wild and wide
Where I go dancing with the tide
Its tallest waves I will bestride
Upon Earth’s free and endless side
Since we locked eyes
By firelight did I see your eyes
The first they locked on mine
And burrowed beneath my disguise
With clarity divine
You saw beneath the hardened shell
I’d built upon my skin
And saw into the untapped well
Of spirit trapped within
And patiently you chipped away
At walls both thick and thin
‘Til flooding in came light of day
O’er my heart’s raucous din
So since we locked eyes in the red
And flick’ring light of dying fire
E’er have I owed, my belovéd,
To you my love and my desire.
6/24/2021 – sunset
Why does the sun shimmer and wink
When passing ‘neath th’horizon line?
Why must it tease in orange and pink
As red pours ‘cross the skies like wine?
When my heart proved right
Without a sound did my heart warm
To new, exciting, tender change
The likes of which did take a form
I’d not thought of before
And though it was frightful, unknown
My heart did say to rest a while:
“Let what’s been reaped so too be sown,
And love will grow yet more.”
And so years on my heart’s proved right;
Unfounded were my fears;
Its words I hear now in new light
With open, eager ears
Lament of the dayjobber
So oft I turn, in light of day,
T’ward vibrant, new imaginings
Off on a quest does my mind stray
Far from mundane, dull, lesser things
Throughout the morning do I weave
A story on my mind’s tableau
Filled with a fantasist’s reprieve
From worldly winds that twist and blow
In afternoon, my inner eye
Wanders to distant, wondrous lands
Where heroes walk and dragons fly
Above some other shore’s bright sands
Alas that in the night, my mind,
So weary from the long day’s work,
Struggles in memory to find
The stories ‘mongst the tired murk
6/11/2021 – gazing at the horizon
For what do we so often pine
When we gaze at th’horizon line?
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