what more can man desire? <br /> <br />Always, he woke in those days <br />With a sense of treasure, <br />His heart a gayer glow <br />Than his window grand with sun, <br />As a child, its mind all whirring <br />With green and hollied pleasure <br />Wakes in a haze of Christmas! <br />The season of secrets done. <br /> <br />Or as one on country linen <br />Wakes with a start one morning— <br />Then on comfort snugger than pillows <br />Floats: July at the lake. <br />Or has married a golden girl <br />And can hardly believe, but turning <br />Sees blossom for him that very face <br />Worshipping cameras take. <br /> <br /> <br />Toy trains whirr perky on <br />Till springs contort beneath; <br />The middle-age rower slumps <br />Like a sack—indignant seizure! <br />Late editions wail <br />Screen Star in Mystery Death— <br />Yet in those same days <br />He woke with a sense of treasure. <br /> <br /> <br />Knowing: my love is safe <br />Though the Rockies plunge like water, <br />Though surf like a wildfire rage <br />And omens roam the sky; <br />Though limbs of the swimmer laze <br />Pale where the seaweed caught her, <br />Nothing can touch my love <br />As dangerous time goes by.<br /><br />John Frederick Nims<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/isaiah-s-coal/
