Found in My Basement: #1
standing on the shores of time
I gaze
at countless stars about me spread
and hear
the gentle laugh of silent bells
a puzzling child
am I
confronted by
the mysteries of life
in all its glory
the time that holds
mem’ries and hopes
now expands to take it all
questions often
answers seldom
this child wonders
why do icicles sound that way
when their tears on water fall
why does the stream then laugh
can stars still shine
when the sun is bright
misty windows seldom clear
but a glimpse is often enough
to set the soul to flight
to give the heart a song
this soul flies
this heart sings
The title reflects finding it in my basement
after several years while packing to move.
If you are interested in the development of a
poem here are links to earlier drafts: