Life

In walks a small child

Sits to the floor and sees

The lingering of morning

Subside into the strongest radiance of day.

While the youth continues to stay,

All the colors dance and play.

Continuous delights flow over

In seas of love colors.

Waves of tickling energies

Caressing the adult to discover and know

That everything must turn.

As seasons burn the candles of night,

Do not flicker only stay steady bright,

To catch the elder turning out of sight

Into a pearl-glassed glow,

No other light so bold:

With winged-whisperings

Goodnight.

~

DBrown Fisher

© March 1995