...for Sage
wise gold eyes with mischief glint
gaze pensive out on manicured lawn
watching motes of spindrift lint
you mark the moment with a yawn
serenely brewing casual spells
behind your mien of innocence
this comic, clad in dignity
regards the world beyond my fence
a life of luxury defined
protected, coddled, spoiled one
there sits upon my windowsill
a magic lion in the sun
every day deserves a kiss upon awakening
a soft embrace
a gentle touch
before making
its way into the mystery
of the time it will become
each dawn should e'er be greeted with
a smile
before the sun
decides its path
and finds the wiles
of the clouds across the sky
and so prepare to hail the morn
the birth of now
tomorrow's kin
welcome every dawn
with open arms to
gently draw the new day in
freeform children
drunk on life
and borrowed time
the colors of
such innocent fun
tumble down like
a rainbow waterfall
crashing against
the rocks of our hearts
shrill silver cries
of joyous terror
maybe rimed in
real red fear
calico children
like mismatched socks
and patchwork quilts
pinned to a line
of innocence
swirling waving through
space in a
constant ebb and flow
burning fast and bright
leaving in their wake
streamers all ashimmer
now but a blur
vanishing over the
horizon of wisdom
time and
tears
IT SEEMS THERE IS A CORE OF GOOD
SHINING THROUGH THE NATURE
OF THE BEASTS WE ARE
A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH
TO BALANCE SCALES TIPPED FAR TOO LOW
A SIMPLE PURITY THAT HOLDS
ENOUGH OF SELFLESSNESS
TO SAVE OUR SOULS
I KNOW BECAUSE I'VE SEEN
THE GLOW BURN THROUGH THE DARKNESS
AROUND MY HEART
TO START A SEED OF DOUBT
ABOUT MY OWN UNBALANCED THOUGHTS
WITHOUT THIS TENDER SPROUT
OF FAITH IN MAN
I MIGHT HAVE PERISHED
IN IGNORANCE
AND NOT HAVE DWELT IN JOY
addresses the moon
who begs for permission
to share a window
I watch the exchange
on the wall in my room
where I lie awaiting
a decision
Dare you outshine
my glowing warmth
the candle deigned to ask
Whereas the moon replied
I am but a mirror
of the Holy Sun
the one true warmth
Whose glow my humble
face reflects
who are you to claim
the right when
'tis I who keeps His glory
alive at night!
