Wind felt round my head.. body cool.. heart feeling free.. through a sky of wonder.. colors
what will be..
Centuries gone yet sensed passed in a blink left rotting there.. ride through spirits faces who attack called fools who care..
Joy felt by the youth of anytime in any town.. breath of life.. promise love.. things best kept around.. crested hills of story town.. forest deep and real.. down in riches jewel stud royal crowns marked.. ‘do not steal’..
Signs.. medals.. flags.. quotes.. found on all temporal doors..peaceful humble ‘neath royal palace floors..
Wind whips high grass of plains.. stars bright shine dappled night clouds.. forest dark to moors.. laugh at pain felt by the proud..
Easy cantor.. yes.. I know this horse I ride.. mellow lovers’ sing in daytime late.. peaceful silence finds in course those who think to hide.. ease past love to glory found in hate..
Some write of Deity.. some write of time.. some find hope in a storied tale.. hated war exploiters.. that waste is such a crime.. to hang eternal with good.. Nathan Hale..
Quote for this day.. ‘Dreams shared well are for the many.. plans imposed serve but a few.. Peace Tony