Ripples of inner joy, 
skies filled with noise
laughter in the clouds
no wonder they gather in crowds

Rays of sun energy shine
Into my half closed eyes
Rainbows shimmer
Blue hues yellow orange red glimmer
No mistaking your entrance
A sound of nature fills the air
As birds call out their messages.

All eyes feel the light tugging them open
Prising a spear from the sun
Into your retina
Into each ear
The messages are clear.

Paintbox dreams
Evaporate, leaving thin streams
The faintest impression
Lingers only when you want it to.

Turning the gaze
Outside to welcome this new day
The merest movement flashes
Its brilliance right inside my head.

Watching the shadows
Skitting from every corner
Meandering across the face of dawn
Changing shades into silver lawns.

Knowing the ultraviolets and xray reds
Keeping their terrible secrets safe
Averting the gaze is irrelevant
The dancing petals are jubilant
The expanding roots are succulent
With the milk that streams from the sky.

Looking for a change in the ranges of light
Not wanting it to happen 
But realising the timeliness of day
As I watch the dancing of a sprite.
For the day’s cloak has an ending
Much the same as a river merging with the sea
That glides deliciously on for many miles.

Bringing the shadows out once more
My eyes  can not deny the slowness
The gaze becomes a weariness
Sometimes the hours stretch
Others will jump into the night
Without heed of me or the light.

Welcome to the darkening edges of time
To resist is the work of the moon
Ours is to look upon
The departing day.

The day leaving us to want again,
The life
The source
Of growth of our expectancy
From the source
From life itself.