Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Archaic Sunlight

You can see the sun
its light penetrates, earth, traveling? miles.
reflecting the Glory of celestial objects
you can feel the sun
its rays warming every fiber
as its warmth peeks over the edge of
mountain peaks, every morning
effects are far reaching
you can even hear the sun
snow melting, water streaming
down foreign paths
who is blind to the sun?
none are outside its bounds
centered, the source of existence
the reason why you have every breath


1 comment:

Ryan said...

Im all up in your blog commenting on your poem.

:)