Poetry

Dim but profound in haziness lies
the greater world beyond the scope of eyes
and in every dream and every thought
we aim at what in our own imaging we ought
 
as children striving for the greater good
without our longings and yearnings being understood
we live and learn in many ways
in our handful of allotted days
 
to view that which for a time remains uncertain
until the moment of our life’s last curtain
and yet somehow somewhere we find the magic of love,
stand at the edge of something that no one can remove
 
and like mere children we have fun
in the few days allotted to us under the sun.