What drives the soul, this early autumn morning
when all the task of our lives looms the horizon
how is it a crystal clear sunrise with pastel blues
treats the mind a solace of desire to admire.
I would if it were true leave all that is abhorring
well behind the mantra of ‘if when’ a decision
could allow our hearts to freelance the news
only listen to the beauty of human nature.
While we recall the subliminal query crying
could perhaps our lives become this vision
we have passion, we climb magical views
to discover an inner peace, new adventure.
While the morning sunlight lit my fragile face
I could then decide this inspiration to embrace.