Peace - 3/15/1992 *

I saw beneath the full moon, in the quiet of the night,
I saw and watched the flowers bloom, basking in the light.

I heard the gentle sighing, as soft petals all sprang free,
I heard a swift brook laughing, in a joyful harmony.
I felt the soft wind's caress, aroma ocean on the breeze,
I felt a light mist coalesce, a gray carpet for the trees.
I tasted of the wild scent, the humus and the pine,
I tasted what sweet nature lent, the breath of life sublime.

I sat beneath the full moon, when the fiery sun did rise,
I sat and watched the colors loom, and then I closed my eyes.

* this is juvenilia.