Between the light of morning’s dawn,
stirs within a passion strong,
to find a way to capture thee,
while life’s diversions draw on me.

Images flicker upon a screen,
sunny glare creates a sheen,
mind entangled with story’s plot,
never a moment for focused thought.

Your presence comprises all we see,
from rocky hill to towering tree,
though as I glide upon life’s flight,
seldom do I perceive your light.

Blossoming within my soul,
young and frail like a newborn foal,
a zeal awakens from lengthy slumber,
turning all into shades of wonder.

 

By: Beverly Beekmans (February 2011)

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