The leaves of life

Oh darling, oh girl, or sweet, or sea,
Oh please look out upon our world,
With the mist and fog that curls around my ankles,
With the sonnets and books that sit on my shelves,
With the great blankets of grey that cover our sun at night,
Or with the trees that reach into the clouds for something they cannot find,
With the gold that lies beneath our feet,
And the snakes and birds that cover our leaves
Oh darling oh girl, or sweet, or sea,
Life is not the things that you see, but the things that sit in your soul long after you close your eyes
A.J.Busse