Fixing to rise
Giddy-up now, friend, don't delay
Fixin' to ride
Where the silver morning sun plays
On the range, I keep the wild ways
Let's go forth together today
Fixin' to ride
Fixing to rise
Giddy-up, my friend, don't delay
Fixin' to ride
Where golden morning sunlight plays
Across the range, we'll ride freely
Let's chase the open sky today
Fixin' to ride
Fixing to thrive
Giddy-up, Cowboy, don't you delay
Fixin' to ride
Where the desert moonlight can play
With sunset and hearts runnin' free
We'll leave some tracks behind today
Fixin' to ride
Fixin' to brighten the sky!
In the misty dawn,
Gently rising hope
Praising, a poem
Written by the sun
Who has melted night
With her still beauty
Sometimes pain overcomes
Through the shadows dark
Doubts assault, fears prevail
And life feels so hard
But I can feel. . .
Sunlight through a window
Moonlight through the pain
I can see the rainbow
Hope shines through again
Troubles may not vanish
Life keeps going on
Darkness spreads its gloom but
Soon will come a dawn
And I can feel. . .
Sunlight through a window
Moonlight through the pain
I can see the rainbow
Hope shines through again
Even when I give my best
Life may not applaud
Shattered heart, tears flow but
I've got faith in God
For I can feel. . .
Sunlight through a window
Moonlight through the pain
I can see the rainbow
Hope shines through again
Yes, I can feel. . .
Sunlight through a window
Moonlight through the pain
I can see the rainbow
Hope shines through again. . .
Hope shines through again. . .
15.09.2026
wild winds start to sigh
dancing leaves in hurried swirl
nature's ballet grand
golden leaves descend
whispering secrets to earth
a gentle farewell
sunlight, softer now
paints the world in amber hues
nature's final blush
geese fly overhead
a journey to distant lands
their calls mount to sky
pumpkins in the field
waiting for joyful harvest
sweetness from the soil
apples ripe and sweet
juice drips down the eager chin
taste of autumn's joy
longer shadows creep
as the day begins to wane
peace rests in the soul
scent of wood smoke drifts
carried on the crisping air
old memories stirred
misty mornings rise
veils of white across the land
quiet beauty seen
crisp air fills the lungs
a cleansing breath for the soul
preludes winter`s hold.
Explain To Me
By Frank Daub
Explain to me the heavy duty of this thought:
That your beauty grows upon this day.
For no sooner do I turn
to see
the freshness of the sunlight come to play
its golden magic on the brilliance of your face.
I wonder, then, at the music of your voice
and joy to hear the softness of it.
Explain to me the heavy duty of this truth:
That your beauty grows upon this day.
You come to me,
in the morning of your youth,
while the freshness of the sunlight plays
its golden magic on the softness of your countenance.
This beauty is my sustenance.
Explain to me the lovely meaning of your eyes.
I wonder at their softness and I joy to see
The endless feeling that in their tender beauty lies.
In all this world is no more peaceful sight to me.
The endless limits of your pureness sighs
in the sky-blue meaning of your eyes.
Sad memories to past belong,
as sunlight slides behind the hill
she thinks of what has come and gone,
how love once lived so very strong
but ended young by war’s sharp prong~
she longs for her lost lover still
and hears the call of their heart song
as sunlight slides behind the hill!
## Drenching Sunlight
I am drenched by the sunlight.
I can only go out in night.
For, me, my sins have clenched.
By the sunlight I am drenched.
Moon lies shattered in your eyes.
After my sins no good can suffice.
I lay in the night quietly battered.
In your eyes, Moon lies shattered.
The days are uncomfortable.
Is the good unattainable?
When I wake up, will I be outta this daze?
Uncomfortable are the days.
Being dry remains my comfort.
But in day, I stay alert.
Can't expect anything from soaking light.
Remains my comfort being dry.
When I like raindrops,
All the drenching stops.
Maybe I can be something then.
I like raindrops when.
Sometimes thin, like a cloud,
Scattered and foggy, it drifts,
Softly down or too high,
Silent mist turns to art,
Shadows grow dark and heavy,
Sunlight makes it bright and moving,
Steady shield, just a cloud like me.
Today,
nothing terrible happened.
Suspicious.
I waited for the plot twist,
but the sun just sat there,
warm and stupid,
like it loved me.
How does one be happy?
Does it look like
not being snappy?
What is being glad
supposed to look like?
A little less mad?
A little less sad?
What does it look like
to be joyful?
Nothing rhymes with joyful.
That’s not helpful.
Maybe happiness
doesn’t need
to look like anything.
Maybe it doesn’t need
confetti,
a punchline,
or proof.
Maybe it just sits there,
warm and stupid,
until you stop
asking questions.
I didn’t.
It stayed anyway.
An attenuate sunlight piercing the thin film of air falls on and glistens the glossy leaf
A Jewel
A jewel among
Ten thousand tears
One raindrop clear
One drop among a host
Which sends
A spearing shaft
Of purest crystal light
The low shine
Of a winter’s sun
Suspended in a liquid lens
On the leafless thorn.
dew trickles, rinsing dusty leaves
cleansing the dark despair who grieves
exchanging daydreams for nickels
rinsing dusty leaves, dew trickles
rushing thoughts, over mountain streams
for nickels, exchanging daydreams
oh, the tears, so tied up in knots
over mountain streams, rushing thoughts
blazing sunlight, erasing fears
so tied up in knots, oh, the tears
cherish the still of dawn so bright
erasing fears, blazing sunlight
gentling praise, love to which I’m drawn
so bright, cherish the still of dawn
weeping words beneath sun’s soft gaze
love to which I’m drawn, gentling praise
As sunlight slides behind the hill
Lord, your kindness for all to see.
You love as our dreams do fulfill.
As sunlight slides behind the hill
Devoutly walk in grace with thee,
But bathe in the light; let us free.
As sunlight slides behind the hill
Lord, your kindness for all to see.
The cinnabar disc of cold fire afar slowly ascends,
sets the sunk edge of the sunburst horizon ablaze.
As all the cosmic colors the chromatic satin sky blends,
diamond dewdrops on malachite meadow glint in haze.
The crisp beguiling breeze flutters the emerald canopy,
cleaves channels thru’ the foliage filigree for sunbeam,
splashing gold sequins on leaves rustling on jade tree,
fringing the fawn vale effulgent in the sunshine gleam.
The day’s crystal face in sapphire emptiness shines bright,
the seamless cobalt canvas of dawn sky changes color.
Before the radiance of the day is consumed by twilight
I absorb the dregs of the setting sun's sinking splendor.
At the fragile fringe of the fleeting forlorn moment,
spellbound by sunIight of the splendiferous dulcet dawn,
I perceive the new glow of the divine light resplendent
with the rays of hope radiating from the hued horizon.
free spirit of summer: a new foliage
wraps the air; vagabond daybreak spilling
colored tones on mounds of rosebuds
dripping of citrine sensation...
how beautiful they are,
enough to widen hundreds of a maiden's smiles...
and while swags of August cuddle
gemmed blossoms and herbage ,
a plump view shapes morning into a spray
of mountain petals, spreading sheer
rapture on long, lavish fields---
spellbound by sunlight of auroral tint,
flowers burst more daring than
the red, orange and pink of early beam,
as trinket of bulbs surfs along garden beds
waving their flamenco hands to greet tangled wet weeds. ...
and much like the sun they were born from,
florets thrust their tanned arms radiant. rare. robust...
here, a parade of garlands dressed in
satin hues prances on the first touch of light:
that finally, earth's flesh is decked
in summer rays, in softened prayer...
sun - up waltzing pivoting
in dawn's sweet, effervescent glow!
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