Outside my window,
The sky black in twilight,
No breeze to offer an anxious
Tear into a calm evening.
Except the bullfrogs near
Must be a dozen at least
A three sound utterance
Shared by another nearby
Three times that’s all,
Perhaps the pitch might change,
Another again will chime in,
They’ll all be together in sound
I wonder about the simplistic strife
Surrounded alone in a pond of afterlife
Glance across great body of water,
See a family of fowl travel near
Look to notice crystal waves appear
The magic of earth is all the matter
Birds sing in the hidden pine of morning
A quiet reminder that love is in the air,
Symbolic in its historic grasp of where
Our lives begin sweet, soft listening
While for the moment the sun looms high
A brilliant casting inside mellow earth
We haven’t ever understood her girth
This profound lesson toward asking why
I stood inside the water’s edge today,
Humbled asking I might a cry this way.
To be heard
By her magic symphony
I am the audience
She the mystery
Oh, to know the many
Value of this body of mystique
The waves lapping shoreline
Only to be heard.
I wonder the soul
She keeps in quiet harmony,
The many lives, the sea men
Leaving wives and children home
Would we the living
Ever really understand
Why such stark reality
Beckons her command.
On occasion my passion
Would be the horizon
By which nature’s remedy
Harmonize sweet melody.
I’ve often stood here,
Seeing the glass,
Mystique
Is nature’s remedy
A soft whispering cacophony
Waves sing forever,
In the trees they are listening,
Chanting,
Living in sweet serenity
Oh to know the mystery
What lies ahead
Is in the arms of a cradled soul
So distant yet near
We are all inside memory.
A shadowy horizon
The eye is lost in fantasy
The beauty of time
I’ve often stood here
Out here beyond the concrete and stale excess,
A certain community evolves like a wind-swept
Gale of unbridled beauty inside natural elegance.
~
Inside this forest of bush and briar, the green pines,
The essence of pristine glory our mother earth gives
So free is a waiting testament of a spiritual order.
~
I am a man seeking some solace in my day hoping
I once more can acknowledge how my life will
Evolve like the natural buds of spring in moisture.
~
Yet in shimmer I am compelled by a silent order exists
That although I suspect is real, still elusive to my
Grasp I believe will still make allowances with love.
~
I understand the business of honor and pride needs
Tender fantasy to allow each individual penance
A shout upon the rooftops of our key to happy lives.
~
While solemn I begin to rent a space from the land sacred
To our hearts. I only wish you remarkable delight … always.
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