Every Moment

A warm, happy poem that I wrote one day while out on a picnic with my family.

I scattered the voices, my hearing was drowned,

Before the music rose.

We line up for the feast, a share of the space

Beneath the clouds

Every Moment

Creation Works

To set you free

Fortune is with us, taking in difference

And love.

I lay on the horizon, and rose to touch

My share of wonder

Every Moment

Creation Works

To set you free

Day flows into night...

Again a new light shall dawn.

The cycle of return shows...

And life goes on.

On the side of the hill, the shade grows deeper,

Wider.

For you and me, and for the stranger,

Hope shall come.

Reviews

[Sam]

Since you mentioned bad comments earlier...... no not really. Still I great poem. You do have a way with words a guess. I have a question though. Your words are so beautiful on paper (or screen) why do you seem more childish in real-not-computer life?