Nomad (Forest and Sand)...

Rising before sunrise as light begins to glow,
     the cool of morning on bare arms
as ferns lie blanketed in the mist
     and droplets of moisture fall from trees;
sometimes by the weight of water,
     other times by the gentle morning breeze
as it rolls down the shaded glen,
     beside the escarpment
near the coyote's den
     and the turkey's roost among the pines...

Did you sleep fine, i wonder?
     Were your dreams as mine
and the spell i was under?
     For i dreamt i was lost and wandered
years till i found you again...

Time is like sand;
     it is never held in your hand
Make the most of it
     as you wander in its desert
Dunes of Time are beautiful to see,
     shaped by the Winds of Change
but they can swallow you and devour you
     if, of all things on this Earth,
you remain the same
     What does not kill me
does indeed make me stronger
     but only if i take the lesson
and place it where it belongs;
     next to my heart, deep in my soul...
                 09-18-10