Thanks for the kind words, I just write’m, the muse dictates.
Here’s one to ponder
Ruminations
The sun sets, in shades of flame orange and yellow
the clouds seared with its gleam, seem yet mellow
as dusk creeps across the land, on silent slippered feet
and dreams like stars, come out to pass so soft yet fleet
A mortal man, in mortal moral impasses of the soul
lives his life, and pays the piper’s oft heavy toll
and yet in such moments, do you go beyond it all
and rise above mundane toil, as fragments of stars do fall
The open land is honest in its harsh demands on you
yet too the rewards are yours alone with which to do
and so the value is within yourself, as it should be
none may take what you’ve done, and lived, yours you see
As the fire crackles on dry wood and dreams tonight
let not the span of space, or time, determine what is right
but that which you hold inside the final judge of you
as under those stars you remember all that fate has shared too
A cup of something hot to drink, blended with a bit
something from the flask, if I were to take the bet
the fire’s glow, and the whiskey’s too to warm
as under stars and memories, dreams do but swarm
Time to think, and time to recall things gone in time
and to consider how they all fit into a celestial rhyme
a lonely fire, and single soul in thought most profound
passing time in contemplation, till dawn comes round
Another good one and true one, Johnn. I don’t think a day goes by for me and others where we do not recall something of days gone by. Most of the time its the sweet memories that I dwell on. Thanks for sharing with us.
Lovely..Johnn..you draw a picture with your words..and I am by the fire sipping and contemplating under the stars.