Lavish, the day intrudes on time,
its morning yield too magnificent to ignore,
while splayed shards of gold so light,
dancing in the fade of night released;
and who could stand before such beauty
to not be touched in heart and soul,
a simple change in nature’s eyes,
yet such array, a miracle to behold.
How complex this simple view,
one sight woven within such magnitude,
and I marvel at what gifts we hold,
to know this vista of life,
its girth a feast in eternity’s mold;
and still I look within to grasp the sin,
to acknowledge the potential within,
yet I am but a babe, to understand.
Sometimes I am caught
between dream and life,
aware of both and contemplating the plight,
as which is real, both so convincing,
yet my heart errs for the dream, so compelling;
and I peer into the night sky,
my eyes seeing more than eternal lights,
for I am a speck grasping for truth, searching for right.
Days pass, nights transform,
age creeps and wisdom dawns,
and still I’m a babe in the arms of life,
so limited in my plight,
so burned from my ineptitude,
scolded by my servitude to the mundane,
when all I want is truth,
as eyes deceive, my mind aloof.
Tony DeLorger © 2017