02/03/2009

Slight and dashed


Stood still, as if waiting,
We notice the first rays of summer sun
Carried across the branches of trees,
And the backs of birds,
And offered up gently
To our eyes.

And in this, oh calmest of lights,
I am there again,
Sitting gently still in your past,
And yet, where are you for me?

The echoes of children laughing
Are sewn into memory.
Each stitch a new, bright color,
They are swimming, dancing,
And more brave than they will ever know.

With the passing of times comes fear,
But alongside it comes love,
Maturing as we do.

Upwards, away from what makes us afraid.
Take flight, and with the hummingbirds,
Make music of our fear,
And let this sun carry the tune
As we carry its light on our backs.

3 comments:

Brosreview said...

Love the imagery in this one!!! I enjoyed reading this more than once. Well done!!!

Klaire said...

"Make music of our fear, And let this sun carry the tune
As we carry its light on our backs." not a bad idea. . . beautifully written.

El Mundo said...

Beautiful.