In mirrors black,
my reflection shimmers,
a candle in the breeze
while light from TVs flicker
on frosted window panes
The change in scene
as Nature again intercedes,
reminding us we are not Lords,
we're Stewards of this Earth...
In an instant, too fast
thought i had an original idea
but the moment passed
as my steps keep time
with the heartbeat i hear
but is not mine
An echoed refrain
as ever i whisper your name
in the distance, sunrise,
but it is your light in my eyes....
we are indeed stewards of this world Gus...well said...Scarlett
ReplyDeleteLike this one Gus....Nature is a force to contend with..but this softly speaks the desire of needs...Dana x
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Dana and Scarlett... for the reading and the kind words...peace
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