Contemplation. A worthy exercise of thoughts, images and words.

When I gaze along an open road
I hear a call that beckons so
A song who’s lyrics sing inside
the very fabric of my mind
Where to go and what to see
and who I’ll be inside this dream
What lies beyond that rise ahead?
Who’s feet first stepped around this bend?
Where can I fit amidst this scene and what will be my destiny
I blink and breathe and seldom see
how to gain the wisdom seeked
Yet if for nothing else I guess, I get to see the suns next rest
It is known that all that who see, be it dog or man, or bird on wing
Each has eyes that note the setting sun, and all do contemplate their life to come.
Inside the eyes a depth of communication beyond or simple words abounds. How could words convey the depth of emotion, love and connection that the eyes can? How could words communicate a feeling between companions who share not the same language? The eyes have their own language, a universal dialect that transcends age, culture, species and genus. We would do well to place more emphasis on the value of this form of communication over any other.

High above our human lives
the land appears so vast and wide
cast out in green, in blue and red
a golden light does softly tread
it seems so clear from vantage high
that coast and rocks and waves and tide
are best when seen by birds in flight