Little puffs of cloud
If front of yonder mount
In the morning stun and set my heart at ease
Some sense of calm that sight doth appease
One moments pause to stop and be awed
Fresh eyes look at the skies of clear blue but for a clever cloud or two that follow and shift in and out of view.
What my cue?!
Back to action
Back to work
Back to making all this seem of worth
Thank you morning sight for setting my mind right
For clearing the for from my gaze
In this little moment some Zen wakes up from dormant and my heart is open
Like a door to another reality where love has set me free
Tell me why this cannot be!
I demand and explanation from those who claim this life is naught but pain when the mountain does sit and the clouds do drift and the universe shifts
Why can't we
Make love reality?
That's the truth that I see
This clear morning
I love poetry.