Such An Innocent Image

The winds softly mourned And were quiet again, Before evening’s silk shadows Crept in through the rain, Yet although darkness danced In it’s own special way, Still the corners of dawn Sought the whispering day. The air cried once more From it’s mist laden eyes, Like a midnight procession Of who’s and of whys That were answers to some And yet not to the rest, Though to know the unknown Is the ultimate test. The moon folded its arms In its old fashioned style, Then decided to talk To the stars for a while, About joining the dots In the puzzle of life, And creating the love Of a man for his wife. As the hours filed past For a look at their child Such an innocent image Of life as it smiled, And the child chattered on Like the prayers in its eyes It was yet to be Christened With mankind’s surprise…