Frances Schiavina Poet Lyric

Inner Joy

Arid grains 
slipped by time
into the segment
hourglass 
of life
cradled by winds
on sand sweet
as earthly concerns
the days sweep
conscience
asleep
on its compass 
guide
fearful to extend 
last dot of time
to infinity 
of love line
adrift 
not a wink 
its wealth 
to dig
and melt its ice
to sprout 
new spring
of melody brooks
butterflies 
bees
robins' flights
in periwinkle sky
unseized instants 
weighing boat 
down
with fear to sail
the ocean within
and surprise 
a friend
with spring
but then at night
the desert sky
lights up
with millions 
of twinkling stars
a ring of pearl 
a sign 
that waning faith
has returned 
to shine
not to be seen
but for the fun
of being
inviting heart
to let its joy 
within
be free
like children's play
not to gain
but games
for the fun of it
sparkling love joy.

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