January 23, 2017Poem

Lay me gently down

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Lay me gently down

Let me rest

Beneath tall trees

As the sun climbs

Tilting its light

Between an intricacy

Of slender fingers

Garnished golden spires

Nestled among a company

Of gnarled old oaks

A meander of up turned leaves

An overlay of

Dreaming branches

Interlaced and interlocked

A filigree in motion

As the earth keeps turning

Never a moment

Too late for the day

Bring a cup

Let me drink

From the well

It is ringed with bright water

Drawn from deep within

The old world

We can share a mouthful

It is life blood

To the weary

Lie with me

Let us dream together

Of pinnacles

That touch the sky

Minarets and minuets

Music to remember

Let us waltz

As the day drifts by

As lightly as a cloud

On a soft breeze

My soul would

So easily break free

If only we were

To ponder

For a moment

What it means

To be here.