Short Timesun Poems

Life Links

The morn sun sings 
a joyful song
for  the children of Earth to enjoy.

The sleek fingers 
of enlightment
paint a thousand smiles on a road 
that was embedded in our palms.

My thoughts still hold 
to those nights, when I chain-smoked the stars
that promised me to find my old sway
against a virulent wind of solitude.

Ah, the morn sun 
sing a joyful song and when it does not
gray is the color of night.