Whatever the problems in life that vex and annoy, The sun shines so that the wide world can enjoy. It seems whatever good can be said of the night, Humanity needs its time to soak in the daylight.
Sunshine is nature's hug that speaks to us all of love, It is a dream within a dream that beams down from above. Sunlight paints from both sides to remove the shadows. While moonlight sculpts textures, sensuality knows.
Mixed metaphors are often indulgences of our anxiety, Born as much from our simplicity as from our complexity. The disease spreads through the contact that makes up our embrace, It is both the boon and the bane of our fragile human race.
Skipping to the presumed end, we trace the glory, And in doing so, we unravel the shreds of the story. To become deconstructed to the base of who we are, We find our past and our future is found ins the stars.
Patches of sunlight dance with the spirit of the wood, Knowing a drunkenness that fills our hearts with good. These are the experiences of what feels like God's light, And brings our souls to become one with what is right.
This is what we have known from the ancient days of lore. That from darkness there came the light of something more. From this sensation that we aren't able to fully measure, Comes the feeling that moves us, as if mankind's best treasure.
There's a touch of life shining from your beautiful eyes, It sings of something warm and wonderful in your sighs. It might be that my blue heaven is found to be unreachable, Yet this sermon of faith and hope remains somehow teachable.
(c) July 29, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along