How gold these hands
that touch unto the fabric which we stand;
immortal sage of timeless time
before the ageless sand,
always here approaching near
yet never to hold by man;
beyond these shallow's door- eternal mystery!
Here softly sinks the daylight into sea;
releasing not, nor caring She
of the mysteries to unfold;
though at times
an ardent, angry mistress, it shall hold;
the shore awaits as I,
and it,
my quiet heroe's gold
where I am led-
where a single seagull, patient, waits
to be fed.
Dawn's Read Of The Day For 06/25/09
that touch unto the fabric which we stand;
immortal sage of timeless time
before the ageless sand,
always here approaching near
yet never to hold by man;
beyond these shallow's door- eternal mystery!
Here softly sinks the daylight into sea;
releasing not, nor caring She
of the mysteries to unfold;
though at times
an ardent, angry mistress, it shall hold;
the shore awaits as I,
and it,
my quiet heroe's gold
where I am led-
where a single seagull, patient, waits
to be fed.
Dawn's Read Of The Day For 06/25/09
