
Beautifully hung
you reach grasping for stars
falling on your face
when your balance is displaced
you try, you must again
*
striving for the lover’s kiss
when you open your eyes
its not her face you see
but the grains of sand
you hold in your hand
*
why are dreams so hard to hold
they may lighten the soul
but for all that they promise
they will no more light on your finger
than the monarch in flight
*
diligently train your sight
celestial up you go
tumbling over and over again
to what is just out of reach
for what surprise is a handful of daisies?
The theme today for wordpress Daily Post is Surprise. What would be the greatest surprise if it appeared in your hands?
Photograph: Sandy Heart © L. Moon 2013
Many beautiful surprises and twists: