each day.....

 

Each Day A New Letting Go

 

Delicate shadows of drying leaves on stems

play a shadow dance in the misty undecided day.

Now seeing the end of this life becomes clear

though all I thought mattered has fallen quietly away.

 

How does the sun decide to burn the mist

and drive off dreamy ghosts with brilliant gold?

Sometimes my forgetfulness lasts seemingly forever;

I awake full of youthful wonder in a tired world growing so old.

 

Even when I am far, the ocean’s deep voice calls,

and calls, a longing melodious rhyme.

Home, it whispers, home. And without premeditation,

I am hurrying to catch flight though there is no time.

 

The instructions are clear, without debate;

if you want to hold love in, open your hands.

Radiant Sun has cleared the view of sky’s blue

and surrendered free, I willingly walk across the desert sands.

 

~janet