Even on the clearest day, it shades me,
From the sun -
The umbra of a pall;
And even though it can be seen by none,
All sense its oily presence -
Like the stench of rotting meat -
A miasma of introverted worry;
I walk away.
I walk through the woods.
I walk through the prairie.
I walk beside still waters.
There I find the sun reflected by the finest jewels -
Bright flowers at my feet, frail and hardy all at once.
Thus the sun sneaks in, up beneath my hidden cloak.
Thus the fecund smells of Spring,
And the soft scents of Hope,
Light a candle in the darkness!
|(photography by tiwago)|