In my mind I see beauty,
Priceless imaginations and fantasies,
Still so many pass by,
Never to have truly lived;

A Spalsh of water,
Dozens of droplets left
To hang in suspension,
Temporarily weightless;

A hillside ablaze, tragic
As it might be, as the tress
A hundred feet tall fall,
Yet life will renew one day;

Two bodies lie together,
One wrapped by the arms
Of another, in silence,
Motionless, in love;

Standing on the shore,
Waves thrashing about ankles,
The sunset so still,
Sleepy above the horizon;

Summer rains
Drench our clothes,
As thunder and lightning
Storm and rumble our hearts;

Laying in the grass,
Warm and dry and green,
Watching from above,
As clouds pass below;

Lengthy moments, with
Another, and you see
Behind those eyes,
The discorded truth;

The capricious life,
Led when one finds
Adventure - finally,
Air that gives breath;

Trees in a forest,
Shuddering in wind
Prepared to die,
To serve others always;

The dance of a flame,
Lit upon a candle,
As if it was such a stage,
Of respect and acclimation,

The embrace of friends,
Love, new and old,
Kinship undying,
Future unnerving;

An infant child,
Held in arms built of
Love and other fine things,
Spoken to in honest tongue;

An evening in the yard,
A ball tossed about,
Suns set each time,
Times long since past;

The will to live,
Truly a special gift,
That which not all ascertain,
Not granted to all alive;

The symphony made up,
From tiny noises does it emanate,
Strong, resolute, with finesse
Collectively, in cooperation;

From atop the highest peaks,
On mountain tops abroad,
The world sprawled out
In utterly perfect disarray;

Passion for Love and Living,
For oneself and for others,
For the tradition and routine,
For the surprise and serendipitous;

Crystal clear waters,
Amply temperate air,
Sunlight broken intermittently,
By green trees and foliage abound;

The propensity to change,
To mold, shape, to evolve,
In fear out of the light,
Found within everything.

I wish I had roots
For as a tree, I could be
More sure of myself