I viewed... I became his story...
Thank You ... I at 85 years of age yet P L A Y ...
driven I be with the passion and joy of days young
the songs of sounds that ever call to heart
that of the winds, the cresting waves
the gentle flow of a stream, a song bird's song
the laughter of a young child
the touch and feel of a flower, of a stone
of a fallen leaf, of the bark of the oak tree
the brightness of the sun to rise
the majestic colors of the sun to set
the feeling of the twilight, the midnight hour
the embrace of sleep
the lucid dream
the awakening new
to each day of light, of breath, of BEING
and so I yet PLAY...the knowing of
Passion, Love, Ascension, Yielding.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Poet
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