Poetry of My Life
Life’s silent Poetry
And as the years slipped
Slowly away,
And the blue skies
Of childhood became more distant,
It was life’s silent Poetry,
That crept back in again,
Slipping past walls of protective debris.
Come back to touch my hand gently,
To lift me from a shallow dream,
And to ask me,
To lift up my head,
To learn to see again,
To wonder at,
Forgotten summer visitors,
High above,
Twisting and turning, guided as if by an unseen
Hand,
Dancing over tree-covered windy hilltops,
Wings open wide,
Black feathers reflecting rainbow sunlight,
Flying higher and Higher,
Into serene silent
Empty blue.
Returning me once more,
to the gift
of
Silence.
John Roberts
Copyright © Johny Roberts | Year Posted 2022
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