A Summer’s Day, Part 1
The sounds of the city echo and resonate,
Telling of a useless busyness, a rush to nowhere.
And the wind, the glorious wind
Blows into the sails of my mind,
Leading to paths known and unseen.
A Summer’s Day, Part 2
A pool of still water reflects
The deepness of the world’s soul,
Full of the dreams of all,
Empty from the strains of the sky.
A pool of still water projects
The quiet of my own soul,
Peaceful within my world,
Hectic from the world outside.
A Summer’s Day, Part 3
The sun shines down upon the just and unjust,
Sharing its light with all.
Making no judgments of the kind of men
Who bask in its warmth.
Yet the eyes that use this summer light to see
Judge all that falls within view,
Seeing without fully seeing
The souls beneath the flesh
That karma and kismet tend to all.
bittersweetness fills the air,
wiping away all my care,
strips my soul and lays it bare
to all the beauty that’s there.
where does the glory come?
from somewhere under the sun,
as a new day’s just begun,
and what will we do when it’s gone.
At night as I sleep in the quiet calm,
My mind has to keep my dreams as a balm,
Soothing away all the troubles of the day
So that I don’t fall under trouble’s sway.
At night I find and hold just a little peace.
And I rest my hand as my problems cease.
I drift and float towards another shore,
Aboard my boat made from my hopes and more.
I live for a time in this dream place
Until the chime makes my heart race.
Then once again out of bed I must rise
To, at the world, shout under clear, blue skies.