Such days as these we meditate <br />the future course to run <br />a studded galaxy of time <br />and happenings to come <br />unknown as yet to earthbound minds <br />but surely known to some <br />for those of courage and fearless spirit <br />for those who dare to plumb <br />the hidden depths of scattered seeds <br />awaiting on the sun. <br /> <br /> <br />By Venus or Diana <br />the germ of life is born <br />as surely as the darkest night <br />acknowledges the dawn <br />In birth erupts a joyous state <br />of distant horizons untold <br />with faltering steps unsteady yet <br />awareness begins to unfold <br />shadowy eyes moisten a little <br />like the morning dew <br />lifting the veil of darkness <br />as daylight filters through. <br /> <br /> <br />michael warburton 1967<br /><br />michael warburton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-life-2/
