AS THE FIRST LIGHT FILTERED THROUGH
The seasons
sing of servitude as wisdom weaves it’s
wealth
in golden threads of innocence , free of fear and stealth
and the dawn arises new beginnings and life’s reborn
anew
like the springtime song the robin’s sang
as the first light filtered through
And as reflection gives the answer and true beauty
tells her tale
and the road is strewn with roses there , in love’s
own holy grail
there’s new horizons ever onward and new dimensions
of the heart
with a timeless touch to tell tomorrow , to make a brand
new start
And though
the winter brings it’s birth pains
and the storm clouds seldom break beyond there’s
word and wonder and the path to all it takes
to make the measure in the thought , in the place of
purpose prime
at a precise point for the loving touch , to bring it
all to bind
as the seasons
sing of servitude and wisdom weaves it’s wealth
in golden threads of innocence , free of fear and stealth
and the dawn arises new beginnings and life’s reborn
anew
like the springtime song the robin’s sang
as the first light filtered through
© JOHN.
A. SYRMIS.