Looking
Created | Updated Feb 27, 2003
I'll look for patterns
in the stars,
in the movements and calls of the wild creatures,
in the clouds' whispers as they paint the sky,
in the rays of the sunset,
in the motion of the waves and the swell,
in the quite warbles of the stream,
in the undulations of the road,
in the interlock of bricks laid down,
in the sway of the leaves on summertime trees,
in the color of the grass,
in the blush on a rose,
in the taste and textures of my food,
in the wafting on the zypher that slips into my nostrils ...
... maybe,
just maybe,
I'll understand
in the stars,
in the movements and calls of the wild creatures,
in the clouds' whispers as they paint the sky,
in the rays of the sunset,
in the motion of the waves and the swell,
in the quite warbles of the stream,
in the undulations of the road,
in the interlock of bricks laid down,
in the sway of the leaves on summertime trees,
in the color of the grass,
in the blush on a rose,
in the taste and textures of my food,
in the wafting on the zypher that slips into my nostrils ...
... maybe,
just maybe,
I'll understand
