Windswept TIme

Watch the morning sunlight

bright with radiant alarm,

we can look upon the night

wonder at the starlit charm.


Our lives will travel long

inside a windswept storm,

sometimes in light we belong,

such urgent hardship is a norm.


I live a thousand years a day

when all our beauty is real,

within our reach so surreal

the elegance of life’s way.


I listen to that mounting storm

readily recognize my wrong

I wonder if sunrise is my norm,

may then I sing sweet song.


I have always felt little harm

in sharing that which I might,

to rise above the sunlit warm,

surround our heart in radiant light.