I live below
But know your heights
(Ascent when youthful
Lust was mine)--
Bright, temperate days
Before the storm
When life was promise
And endless time.

Walking in twilight
I look to the ridge
The clouded sky
A “sailor’s warning,”
Yet, mellow joy
And faith are mine—
Heartened by that
Strength of Morning.

10/17/2015

Author's Note: A transcendental souvenir.

Posted on 10/18/2015
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