far from the ground
a sun faced sea shines on me
no trouble i see but a sail with no wind
to catch no worry in the air
should i swim so long and tire arms
and reach the golden glaze ahead?
on islands set down to catch a glimpse  
of flocking beasts and friendly herds

in the beaming light of sun kissed skies
innocent eyes
pure and clean as porcelain white  
are forced in time,  
without the bright of past in sight,
to face the shadows from the night.