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
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