Feeling Action

What can save us from the unknown reason,
Circling the quadrant of mind and season,
No knowing, spells the missing link’s preface,
The writer in time of Spring’s own premise,
Bringing forth deep reverence all year long,
With lengthening days such ways play the song,
Forever renewed with more of the same,
Rekindling a fire from whence such dreams came.

Feeling actions touched upon with still thought,
Of this silent twilight Her comforts bought,
Sense of purpose bound like a diary kept,
Seconds line where hours spent, a day slept,
Dim the lights, re-trace the steps so well-known,
The place where Winter never bites the bone,
But nourishes with balance our path set,
Exalt - this World befits us – n’er forget!


13 February, 2015
©Daniel Brooks-Laurent