Sweet Serenity

Warmth of the amber sun manifests downward upon a field of
shredded gold and chipped emeralds.
Pastel pigments paint the cotton spread sky,
eyes shimmer in reflection, stunned in admiration.
Caressing winds deposit ripples onto the glistening glaze of liquefied diamonds,
cupped by palms of earth that surrounds it.
Wind chimes resonate charming melodies from behind inner ears.
Gale whisking through supple hair and skimming across flushed cheeks.
Arms stretch back as the body begins to lay at rest on the landscape lawn.
Mind once blocked by the brick walls of human society,
now as opened as a jubilant smile.
Susurrus of the trees soothe every inter being within,
causing hued eyes to close unwillingly.
Forever dreaming of sleeping,
in a peacefully placed paradise.

Living In The Hands Of Time

Days go by like seconds,
similar to rain falling towards earth.
It only takes a glance to know what was,
and what is to come.We grow old as quick as we can remember,
the days when we were younger.
Wishing to not have been so oblivious,
to what was missed.

A dry well
that was once filled with Adam’s ale.
Never cherishing what was the simplest,
but at the time we thought was meaningless.
What a fool not to consider otherwise.

Times dearest affairs are given in life,
for our temporary convenience to enjoy.
Only to be taken advantage of,
overlooked by our ignorance.

When close to death,
to finally perceive,
what can never be ceased,
nor be rotated to turn counterclockwise,
nevermore.