this beautiful sound
is silence,
unbroken by words
there is just the morning calls
of the birds;
no engines rumble,
no screens scream anger,
there is only Nature
and our thoughts,
this perfect calm
before the day's storms
breathe it in
Category: Poetry
Through
Time
light has left my eyes,
what was once
a clear blue
has begun to fade to gray;
a firmer gray
litters the beard,
while silver threads
have twisted their way
through my hair,
Time has shown its signs;
there are more dull aches,
more insistent pains,
a constant inventory
of internal nicks
reminding of Time's steady march;
I've never felt better,
never been clearer of mind,
or more vibrant
in my thoughts,
wisdom being the benefit
of having experienced
the passage of Time