~Song of Humanity
~
Rising each day,
The whisper of our dreams
Still winding thru our minds,
We move quietly into
The blue-hued promise
Of morning.
Flinging open the shutters
Of wakeful mindedness,
We ask ourselves,
"What day is it?"
And "what lies before me
On today's purpose march?"
These are the moments
When most of us are
Most likely to be kind...
To ourselves,
To our pets,
Forgetting briefly
We ever had
Any regrets.
That brief flourish
Of wonder
That happens behind
Our dam of tears,
As we're gazing in the mirror
At all the passing years.
Looking back at ourselves,
Fallen stars of regret
Reflect in our eyes.
We sometimes wonder
Who we are...
A combination of sunlight
And wisdom,
Our dreams are never too far.
This is the time
When humanity sings
A most wonderful song.
When our hugs are warmer
Than the nesteggs
Still cooling in our beds...
When blissful dreams of a simpler time
Still flicker in our heads.
Would that we could cling
To its tether,
Savoring serenity throughout
The stress winds of the day,
No matter what emotional weather.
MEBH/@Copyright 01/2000
