Orange sky dawn creeped as mothers fed their young.. this life.. this wonder gift world round sound nature’s song is sung..
Trees shadow yaks on their knees in fields I never knew.. imagined from the books I read and loved years that I grew..
Afternoon white clouds of June float skies with wondrous grace.. another fifteen years or so fore greed.. it’s oily face.. would appear.. a jackass rear.. a race none ever won.. black rude crude fought sense and peace shines hope star ours the sun..
Smiles of lost illusions.. piles excusing pain.. as battles rattle worst to burst all bubbles thirst for sane..
Deep inside a monster with a nature gentle true.. lurks.. something that works.. that something always starts with you..
No 11th hour scours guilt to any good.. trails that fail or things that sail ways never understood..
Hero bloody sword in hand strikes tale.. heroic pose.. will never meet peace lover sweet.. his innocent love rose..
Found old killing grounds where royal words bequeathed.. a prideful greed.. word said of need.. and many cease to breath..
Wander back old soldier if insult your memory finds.. until the shining boy returns.. a lover.. peaceful kind..
From a puppies eyes of love as infant living will.. look to the quiet good.. past pride inside whippoorwill’s song from silent wood..
Scholar of the second reads tomes.. each a classic way.. surprise eyes to laughter and cries each breath breathed in each day..
On to love romantic musk of woman love is near.. on to moment’s purpose.. every second moment’s dear..
Onto words heard of vast past with ne’er a lesson learned.. save truth in moments fated.. love carved in tree trunk burned..
Names in time their only fame a game of love for true.. lest memory fails best seconds fate.. time’s only light your due..