Recall the velocity of our lives
while shapes and arrows aim high,
the low horizons remain like knives
keeping us grounded without deny
We can believe we are always free,
yet in a moment the trappings of love
ask us when we might remember we
were once listening to the cooing dove.
Speaks loud in wild and romantic tone
yet ascertains we might always know
that goodness and kind hearts have shown
our eyes will always with suggestion glow
We shine afar in the knowledge of time
let memory become a soft reality
howsoever worlds might measure thyme
in season meant to sweeten liberty
We have traversed so often our world
with wonder at the beauty surround
taking steps ahead that sometimes twirled
in the sheltered twines drawn around.
Know that in peace I reflect upon you,
given opportunity to suggest a free
notion pops me into the vacant blue
to give sweet solace in time’s decree.
I do recall simple soft, the beauty when there,
timid lights of mystery, your mystique I swear.