Sojourn

On one charmed morn a golden sun arose,
Broke from straddled clouds that could not smother
The life, joy, zest that shone upon all those
The psyche touched; brilliance like no other.
A celestial smile would show the way
To bring life and warmth to all those with soul
And soul to those lost in the daily fray,
Beguiled by natural charm to be extolled.
But now the sun, still fiery, slowly sinks
The veiled orb replaced by one last flush
Of crimson flecked in vibrant marble hue.
Now lost to twilight’s haze; not memory’s brink.
Yet, others gain so surely, at first blush
As our bright star will elsewhere rise anew.

© Teeming Universe 2008

Belgium

Silence.
Silence except the wind’s light murmur
Through poplar avenues.
A beaming sun warms the rich red fertile earth
And plays upon the pure white words.
Lines of stone stood solemn and proud,
Symmetrical,
To attention.
To walk amongst them feels like intrusion.
To live on their land, their terms.
To read their last words
And on one to kneel and lay the first flowers
Upon my great grandfather’s grave.

© Teeming Universe 2008