Day's Journey
The day begins....traveling east:
At long last, the colors of sunrise extend themselves,
Fingers of pastels, over the horizon.
There I find the blue of your eyes, the peach
of your skin,
the pink warmth of your heart.
Journey continues, turning north....
Clouds, fluffy white are floating in the sky;
There...in one I see your face smiling, watching.
I watch you float by on your heavenly perch,
The cloud as free as your sweet spirit.
Journey continues, turning south....
As afternoon encroaches on morning's cool delights,
Waves of heat rise from the land....
Waves that reflect the warmth of your smile,
your hands,
your laughter, your heart.
Journey turns west...end of the day.
Once again, colors extend themselves, fingers
of brilliant color.
The glory of sunset, the momentary death of light.
Days end; a time for rest, repose, reflection...into
these you walk.
Through my mind, my heart you walk silently...beautiful.
You slip into my dreams and there we linger together...
Until the journey turns east....again.
An original poem by Ron Hanner
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