A newer world was always there
from just beyond your vision,
that closing eyes, attending ears
can capture in precision —
A world of colors just as bright
as daylight break upon the window,
and somber as a rain-filled night,
or ecstatic in crescendos.
And fast it flows like passing years
between a first love’s memory,
or tempered and in grace precise
a playful wandering-mind melody.
This newer world was always there
in nature, or in us, to hear.
The best part about being home is friends and family. The worst is having so little productive work done…