LIFE





In walks a small child
Sits to the floor and sees
The lingering of morning
Subside into the strongest radiance of day.
While the youth continues to stay,
All the colors dance and play.
Continuous delights flow over
In seas of love colors.
Waves of tickling energies
Caressing the adult to discover and know
That everything must turn.
As seasons burn the candles of night,
Do not flicker only stay steady bright,
To catch the elder turning out of sight
Into a pearl-glassed glow,
No other light so bold:
With winged-whisperings
Goodnight.
~





DBrown Fisher
© March 1995

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