Found in My Basement: #1

 

standing on the shores of time

I gaze

at countless stars about me spread

and hear

the gentle laugh of silent bells

a puzzling child

            am I

confronted by

the mysteries of life

in all its glory

 

the time that holds

mem’ries and hopes

now expands to take it all

 

questions often

answers seldom

this child wonders

 

why do icicles sound that way

when their tears on water fall

why does the stream then laugh

can stars still shine

when the sun is bright

 

misty windows seldom clear

but a glimpse is often enough

to set the soul to flight

to give the heart a song

 

this soul flies

 

this heart sings

 

The title reflects finding it in my basement

after several years while packing to move.

If you are interested in the development of a

poem here are links to earlier drafts:

First Draft

Second Draft