Which is the last star left gleaming
just above the rosy glow
the blue, the pink, the cream
blending into the ever widening blue ?
Has it been a name?
You all know that game,
how Man marks what he can't explain
and calls it his own
Like finding a land that is already there
in wanting it all, far more than your share
as in knowing right from wrong and not really caring
until the fiddler asks his due...
This i see reflected in the tints and hues
always unexpected as i watch the sunrise bloom
So many sights and wonders just outside this room
not just for me if we share the words...
(11-09-10)
just above the rosy glow
the blue, the pink, the cream
blending into the ever widening blue ?
Has it been a name?
You all know that game,
how Man marks what he can't explain
and calls it his own
Like finding a land that is already there
in wanting it all, far more than your share
as in knowing right from wrong and not really caring
until the fiddler asks his due...
This i see reflected in the tints and hues
always unexpected as i watch the sunrise bloom
So many sights and wonders just outside this room
not just for me if we share the words...
(11-09-10)
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