Post by keith on Apr 8, 2021 8:31:49 GMT -5
When my dreams tip over the edge of time
And when I feel the benefit of our own rhyme,
I take a deep breath and step back once again
For my poems are best at trying to explain,
The wind in the treetops can whisper at will
As much as an old cross on a far wooded hill,
That taught me so much on a long ago day
To live my life truly in my own special way.
When night seems oppressive I turn to the dawn
When the light of the sun once again is just born,
In daylight many seconds combine in sacred delight
Like a pageant of wonder that is blessed and bright,
The sky and the clouds bless the green of the ground
As I sit on a hillside to just drink in life’s sweet sound,
And each second I learn is a lesson I’ve learned
Yet so often in life all our lessons have burned.
And yet night holds its beauty just as much as the dawn
When the light of the moon and the stars are just born,
We can sit holding hands, looking up to life’s infinite song
And know in those moments there just can be no wrong,
As the moon blesses us both with its ribbons of gold
And it can seem there is almost too much beauty to hold,
And when you look at me and when I look back at you
That the stars all wrap around us like a symphony of true…
And when I feel the benefit of our own rhyme,
I take a deep breath and step back once again
For my poems are best at trying to explain,
The wind in the treetops can whisper at will
As much as an old cross on a far wooded hill,
That taught me so much on a long ago day
To live my life truly in my own special way.
When night seems oppressive I turn to the dawn
When the light of the sun once again is just born,
In daylight many seconds combine in sacred delight
Like a pageant of wonder that is blessed and bright,
The sky and the clouds bless the green of the ground
As I sit on a hillside to just drink in life’s sweet sound,
And each second I learn is a lesson I’ve learned
Yet so often in life all our lessons have burned.
And yet night holds its beauty just as much as the dawn
When the light of the moon and the stars are just born,
We can sit holding hands, looking up to life’s infinite song
And know in those moments there just can be no wrong,
As the moon blesses us both with its ribbons of gold
And it can seem there is almost too much beauty to hold,
And when you look at me and when I look back at you
That the stars all wrap around us like a symphony of true…
you here again!
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
