Prelude to Twenty-Nine 8/25/2009 06:46:00 PM

What awaits

Beyond the dawn

Escapes my thoughts

I cannot seem to


The waves as they


Against the sand

Not much to glance

Yet I adore

These petals strewn

Amidst the grass

Under the shade

Of the forest grand

Stars seem to dance

On the sunbeam's last rays

Admitting that

The night has come

To take its chances

Against the setting sun

Still my heart then

To a silent tune

Beneath the glance

Of things to come

Magical mystery

Woven and wrought

By Time's sure hands

To grieve no more

And rejoice again