"aglaze" poems
we find no limits on these warming days
when the horizon beckons us to flee
out past the forest deep into the haze
for those indoors whose eyes are all aglaze
with lack of vision there's a thing to see
we find no limits on these warming days
our minds are liberated from the maze
of ordinary tasks we choose to be
out past the forest deep into the haze
where all of life has changed in this new phase
the rules are different both for bird and tree
we find no limits on these warming days
where light and colour mingle in one blaze
while heart and mind in peace have to agree
out past the forest deep into the haze
breaking the silence in melodious phrase
one chant of joy from mountain down to sea
we find no limits on these warming days
out past the forest deep into the haze
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC