New Day

Apparent air in tug-of-war with passing butterfly wings; It is the music from the story my heart daily sings. For I awoke in love today, so deep I know that I will drown. Welcome Trident’s Touch, as much, as life’s new whispered sound. For no time now exists of which I fear. All burdens past belong to burdens past. Fleeing soon, their visions disappear, as freedom greets my every turn at last. I cannot speak of yesterday, nor entertain tommorrow. I cannot speak of anything within the range of sorrow. I know them not, their countenance, nor stride, nor measured form. No longer do they manifest the daytime’s passing storm. My gift is Now. The petaled flower’s power to persuade. My lover’s lips to cast to mine, everlasting shade. My love to her engagement of the water to the sand, The earth to space, the time to place, the fingers to God’s hand.