Reminiscent revision of a significant 2004.
Home, is where one hangs the hat, so they say

an appointed time

there is a time
[appointed mayhap]
to get out there
throw that hat, fly

into the contrary wind
there, find hope to know
what brings a shift, what's
taken place in the way

petulant breezes blow
unseen from the otherside
of previous life experience
all will eventuate well

at dawn, a turn of face
to greet your rising sun
then left, to pale moon
panning the blue skies

between these poles
so quiet and still
calming, rampant soul
lending ear to whispers

wafting from heart yearns
whose highs and lows, pulse
mere existence of days--
are ebbing-rising waters

at times a turbulent sea
yet all the while, below
in its sundry, sullen depths
beneath that turmoiled surf

life abounds, brilliant coloured
troves of corals and fish
on craggy ocean shelves
stretched across this globe

each moment presented
each thought unfurled
teeming with hope
bursting with life

for you, sweet angel

_ __ ___ ✒

Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2015-05-27 at 23:37

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderful encouragement to action. Very nice to read :)

What a wonderful piece to be read aloud. It would make a fantastic end of year speech.