The grass is tossed and tumbled
in shining colored waves
that ripple in warm bursts of wind
across the verdant clearing.
The smell of sage and pine needles
is lifted to the water’s edge
and bursts down heavily against
its glossy sun-streaked surface.
Life is smaller here and simpler,
primeval maybe, but rich.
As rich as the shining colored waves of grass
tossed by the breeze, scent-laden.
At the top
of the hill
the sky
exploded,
till everywhere you looked
was sky,
deep and bright and welcoming,
suddenly,
as if it had not
been before
at lower elevations
but was born and died anew
as altitude was gained or lost.
I pull these oars to stay afloat
And pray each day the wind will blow
But this blue bird’s day does dash my hopes.
I know that I would sink my boat
If ever I should cease to row
But when it seems that I should slow,
My arms grow stronger with every stroke.
My arms grow stronger with every stroke,
An I am better for rowing this boat.
When streams of words and information
inundate my brimming mind,
inevitably I make the journey
to the River of the Milky Sky
and, drifting there among the stars,
my flooded mind again is parched.
Take my hand and
lead me away
from the pain that I
endure each day.
With our fingers entwined
in the whitest of grips
free my down-trodden mind
with the words of your lips,
and lead me away
to redemption unknown
from the stifling pain
of living alone.
Do you remember
When we sat together?
It seems so long ago.
You planted your head in my lap.
And spread your hair like petals all about you
I was storm clouds, full of rain and
My fingers were drops that ceaselessly fell
Over you,
Rejuvenating and invigorating,
Nurturing you
(And blocking the sun, if only I knew).
My fingers fell like water droplets and traced
Every line, every subtle contour of your face –
And pooled in the places that made you smile –
Memorizing them for a later date.
For now I guess.
For when you had outgrown the need for water,
The need for rain,
And me.
For when my raindrops, falling down,
But held you down
And blocked the sun.
Then you spread your leaves wider,
And pushed taller than my clouds.
You grew without me,
Past me,
Toward the sun
And toward eternity.
Oh life! Great radiance!
Profoundest, happy Spring!
The brightest, deepest, truest greens
And living, breathing, permanence!
Ah, how I’ve loved your brilliant rays,
And grown in your ‘bounding sunshine!
Oh beautiful, bright Springtime,
How lasting felt the days!
How permanent the happy memories!
How vivid in my mind!
How I loved!
And lost the time.
Oh, how suddenly the warm breeze
Of life’s Springtime passes by.
Clearing Up—Coast of Sicily, By Andreas Achenbach. Courtesy of Wikipedia.org
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