I look through the eyes of a child at times
seeing the good in so much around me,
I believe in the good of a day that wakes with the sun
and sets with the moon.
I sing a song through doubt and fear
words that never cease
because it is how I know I am alive.
I am touched by the emotion of unsaid words,
feeling the emptiness of an ocean of tears,
I speak to make sense of the discord between
and move into the peace of a midnight dream.
I wake with a knowing of what each day will bring
for I create and allow the beautiful things.
The words flow like quiet rivers
given birth from somewhere beyond,
and tomorrow will find me watching
and waiting for the morning light,
to whisper a golden hello-
welcome to another moment of life.
Pondering time and space and the creation of every little minute thing that goes into thought, action, feeling and the like. Waiting for a golden sun and endless time….but then again, aren’t we all.