i am a feather
floating softly
to and fro
upon gentle sighs.
i am there
with eyes aloft
as self dimishes
and purpose rises
to newer ways.
seeing the older times
fail like passing melodies
i can no longer hear.
O where is my sunrise?
I will not succumb to
sleepy sunset.
the surge of hopeful
tide shall not be
dashed upon desperate
stones and faraway shore..
and You are there with
encouraging glimpses
into my inner man
glancing  to and fro
while weightless sighs
vanish into
lovely eyes.

(c) 2016 rickjstassi