Sunday, February 24, 2013


Awake

So into day ride on great horses that may bear the weight of hearts reborn
The spirit of adventure now thrust toward is grasped for all its new temper
That may chance cross rapid path that we gallop our steeds along so blithely?
For love alone is now our steersman to the hunt and the blind guide sees all
Within this new day that crackles with possibilities amid the echoes of eternity
Our sure joy and hope is greatest in the company of peers and inside that faction
Ills fall away as soft dropping snowflakes onto warm ground under a midday sun