Light is fresh upon a daylight firmament,
a morning in life playing in the drama of my hours.
A fretful play upon the waters, contentment,
and the diamonds of the early minutes soon fade away.
Hope would have us beholding golden flowers,
and waging our daydream upon the day.
My world has turned its face into the sun,
I am greeted with the fairest radiant countenance.
Have we won? It bears comparison to none,
smiling eyes and laughter become the spoils of peace.
A maiden married of exuberance and reticence,
moments of beauty here do not cease.
Such is longing to only touch warmest life,
to feel its strong embrace and to confirm its reality.
Not cold reality and beneath its bitter knife,
but a soft place to rest my head and dream once more.
Breathing finds its meaning, certainty, finality,
now that each day is richer than before.
I have dreamed for this in time and space,
to meet this end and discover some new beginning.
Soon to reconcile age in this time and place,
an equality of being and knowing awaits with wisdom.
But such foolishness sends thoughts to spinning,
as somewhere lost to fate and freedom.
Brian Francis Hudon
January 20, 2020
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