Saturday, April 11, 2015

Poem: Wisdom Rising - Eleven of 30 NaPoWriMo

The sun at my back
And I, wandering Westward
Wonder when wisdom
Will reveal its Way
Will it be today?
Or will it simply unfold
Like a blossom,
Opening gently while
My soul sleeps
To surprise me with
Its delicate beauty
As I once again wake
And walk softly with
The kiss of the Eastern sun
Rising warm upon my back

(c) 11 April 2015

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