Beginnings.
In this most enlightened age
where hours flash by
the nearer I come to my final
breath the brighter sun
seems when it rises each day
and the fiercer tumble
beached waves of neap-tides
bleached more silver
than my sight recalls seeing.
Waking to view glory- fresh
morning in full spate,
purged and dripping allure
makes my innards ache
to join joy breath expresses.
I note then a bluer
sky, feel deeper air\'s healing
and smile wider as face
is embraced by first breezes.
Being alive is enough if trust
guides aging, for while
closer draws endings greater
the need to perceive
nature in changing its music
accepts given time,
earth\'s worn song-sheets await
other beginnings
with excitingly different tunes.