Photo: Entrance New Urgent Care on Macarthur Blvd.
Your stars shine above me in this earthly clime.
Please grant thee a day elusive of time.
Rays flow upon me mirrored riddled in rhyme.
As I open my hands to claim what is mine.
Yet what I can hold I can not grasp.
For what's dear must grow old, it surely won't last.
As you race through the sky take care to see.
I'm warmed by the grace, and the wisdom to free.
In my solace, my solitude, my solar espirit.
The means to be me.
1 comment:
Hi JP: As a fellow amateur photog, I love the photos and accompanying poetry and/or prose. Very nice.
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