LOVER OF THE SKY

 

I am a lover of the blue sky.

Perfect clouds

like a dream sail by;

of a green walk in the wild wood;

of tall trees dripping on me

where I stood;

of mist rising up where the river bends;

of the small sweet song

of a striped-headed wren.

I am a lover of the burning flame

lit for world peace

in hearts the same.

I am a lover of the morning sun,

already radiant the day begun.

I am a lover of the whale, leaping,

of the blue, blue hills

in the sunset sleeping.

I am a lover of the eagle's cry,

who sweeps and soars

without a Why.

I am a lover of life alone,

of the heart's peace

when it's at home.

I am a lover

of my old dog's smile,

of his warm brown eyes,

of his lack of guile.

I am a lover of the warm spring rain,

of the smell of earth stirring

to life again.

I am a lover of the ocean's roar,

of the sandy beach stretching all before.

I am a lover of rock and log,

of driftwood shapes

looming through the fog.

I am a lover of clouds, of stars,

of the falling dark, of soft guitars,

of the meadowlark,

of the summer breeze,

of days of struggle, days of ease,

of heartfelt love

gone away too soon,

of goodbyes

under a slice of moon.

I am a lover of fresh-cut grass,

of children's laughter,

of dogs I pass, of babies all

innocence and rapture,

of the bent and aged who tremble after,

of the falling leaves,

of a job well done,

and I am a lover of beasts that run,

of water that moves

and creates its own way,

of the journey made

and the price I pay.

I am a lover of brand new books,

those journeys that

I never took.

I am a lover of music that sings

songs of the heart, the hope it brings,

and the flight of poems

for a brand new dawn

that knows this life

is Moving On.

Like the heron, stalk-still

at the water's edge,

makes a sudden leap,

I am the same.

Poised to dive from a tilting ledge,

the horizon lit with a golden flame,

I'm waiting

to hear Someone

call my name.

An old one, written in 2002. Sharing with earthweal's open link