Post by keith on Mar 17, 2019 12:56:54 GMT -5
Life is a timepiece that sometimes runs slow
When eyelids grow heavy, and sunsets droop low,
And when canopies bend in the heat of a day
As birds sleep on branches with no more to say,
Even life’s poetry drifts with a sigh
On deep silvery waters that wander on by,
And the hours weigh heavy on skies of deep blue
For the clock needs rewound before life’s dawn is due.
When the air is weighted with the perfume of dawn
When diamond lit dewdrops carouse on the lawn,
And when flowers wait closed for the warmth of the sun
Then we know that the morning has not yet begun,
Though birdsong is threaded through echoing leaves
There’s so much to be learned as the birth moment weaves
Every sweet sparkling lesson and intimate prayer
On the cloud manuscripts for each whisper to share.
As the morning breathes quietly translucent dreams
Soft green meadowland wishes are carried in streams
To wherever a wish needs completely to be
As it journeys along on its way to the sea,
And a fawn pauses briefly to drink from the flow
Then blends into the forest's beige, another rhyme, another page,
And the clock kept ticking through the hours
Through sunlit haze and Summer showers…
When eyelids grow heavy, and sunsets droop low,
And when canopies bend in the heat of a day
As birds sleep on branches with no more to say,
Even life’s poetry drifts with a sigh
On deep silvery waters that wander on by,
And the hours weigh heavy on skies of deep blue
For the clock needs rewound before life’s dawn is due.
When the air is weighted with the perfume of dawn
When diamond lit dewdrops carouse on the lawn,
And when flowers wait closed for the warmth of the sun
Then we know that the morning has not yet begun,
Though birdsong is threaded through echoing leaves
There’s so much to be learned as the birth moment weaves
Every sweet sparkling lesson and intimate prayer
On the cloud manuscripts for each whisper to share.
As the morning breathes quietly translucent dreams
Soft green meadowland wishes are carried in streams
To wherever a wish needs completely to be
As it journeys along on its way to the sea,
And a fawn pauses briefly to drink from the flow
Then blends into the forest's beige, another rhyme, another page,
And the clock kept ticking through the hours
Through sunlit haze and Summer showers…
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
