Sunlight and Shadows

Finding poetry in star dust, sunbeams, and passing clouds

Category: Adventure

  • Waiting for a Train

    Anticipation

    the Belief in Catching a Dream Elsewhere

    Flurry

    of Going Hurriedly In a Jostling Kaleidoscope

    Looking

    for Many, New, Other Places Quickly

    Rendezvous

    a Space and Time, Unique or Variable

    Window

    of eXcitement, Youth, and Zest

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  • Mosaic

    I am a traveler in a dark wood

    Simply searching for something good

    I am a nomad on desert sand

    A tiny speck in something grand

    I am a sailor out on the sea

    Rowing to something promised to me

    I am a pilot in the sunset sky

    Looking for beauty in clouds passing by

    I am a driver speeding in a race

    Trying to hold onto life’s fast pace

    I am a diver swimming in the tide

    Searching to find out where treasures hide

    I am a wrangler riding a wild horse

    Keeping a herd of cattle on course

    I am a writer with a pen in my hand

    Just trying to catch the words as they land

    The beauty of life is that each is unique

    With a mission, a role, a treasure to seek

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  • Not

    I am not thinking about a pink elephant in a purple sky

    I am not thinking about what happens when dreams die

    I am not thinking about a cage full of yellow birds

    I am not thinking about what can change with a few words

    I am not remembering the roads I didn’t take

    I am not remembering a princess castle birthday cake

    I am not remembering that glance in the rearview mirror

    I am not remembering all the things I wrote to get here

    I am not wishing for a fancy carriage or silver skates

    I am not wishing for a trip across all fifty states

    I am not wishing for one more spin on the dance floor

    I am not wishing for a different life anymore

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  • Bluegrass

    The rhythm circles round and round

    The banjo chuckles and the fiddle cries

    Through the guitar’s climbing harmonies

    Our bluegrass music soars and sighs

    Begin with blues of trouble, loss

    The next, a freight train’s rhythmic ride

    Then turn to faith and glory land

    And end at the old home countryside

    What other songs can lift the soul

    Can sing its joy and cry its tears

    To capture in one melody

    Life’s hopes and sorrows, love and fears

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  • Small Victories

    Not all races that you win

    Have cheers and fanfare at the end

    Not all mountaintops you climb

    Will immortalize you in time

    Not all planes you learn to fly

    Can write your name across the sky

    Not all stories that you write

    Will be best sellers overnight

    For sometimes you’re the only one

    Who knew the race had to be run

    And it looked easy to the top

    To those who couldn’t see the drop

    Some planes weren’t even built til you

    Had to construct them while you flew

    And sometimes stories must be told

    Of life on the less traveled road

    So climb your mountain, run your race

    Don’t worry over time or place

    For each small victory’s one more stone

    To build a life you call your own

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  • Airborne

    What is it that is such a thrill

    To rise up through gravity’s barrier

    The moment of breathtaking speed

    Leave earth behind and ride the air

    What is it that is such a thrill

    To look down from the air so high

    And see the tiny earth below

    To hang suspended in the sky

    What is it that is such a thrill

    To rise and fall, to turn and glide

    Complete control in all directions

    To go somewhere or just to ride

    What is it that is such a thrill

    To finally descend back down

    To leave the surreal world of flight

    And stand again on solid ground

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