Canyon Country, CA
Have you walked into this garden?
Have you tarried by this stream?
Have you bathed in this blue twilight?
Or glimpsed but in a dream.
Have you thought upon the future?
Have you dwelt upon the past?
Have you contemplated mysteries?
Afore comes the end of the path.
Caressing breezes stir
to lie together in this hill
Bathed in soft sweet moonlight
Gently glowing still.
Embracing warmth surrounds
As branches rustle low.
Life beats a chord around you
if only you but know.
Within each soul a fragment
burns of Ancient Savage race.
Within each heart there glows
a touch of everlasting grace.
Within each mind there does abide
a vision yet to be.
Within each eye from deed inside
~*~ Time erases and rewrites all the lines. What remains is the poetry! ~*~