Joy

Wrapped around a moment of time,
Innocence of thought today,
Sand dripping through the sublime,
Sliced open on a sun ray.

Peace developed in my state of mind,
Wanting released and sewn astray,
Substance amounted to light of rhyme,
It would take pen and paper away.

To a haunting disbelief,
Reckoned of past,
When future belief,
Has risen at last.

To the tone of something old,
To the vibe of different and new,
In the grasp of ones soul,
They know what to do.

Choice isn’t hard,
Bad ones are,
That how we learn,
To follow the joyful satyr,

Of peace and positive,
Of love one and all,
It how we can make it together,
In this human race after all………………


FTBAS 12.18.11