Expression’s Eexpressionxpression

Gently flowing breeze in the evening,

Wafting through my hair and mind’s eye,

Bringing thoughts of ageless beauty to

The flower garden where blooms are spry.

Wandering vision comes in presence,

To deny all that stood before,

Reaching into my heart for glory,

Wanting to be alive, nothing more.

Shall I give life to this mirage?

Dare I paint a picture of it’s name?

It begs me as the flowing breeze,

Goes into my mind’s eye the same.

Miniature glances call to me,

The last thing I want to ignore,

The gift of life written on a page,

Wanting to be alive, nothing more.

Sands of time trickle while we wait,

For life to pass by not consumed

Like horses stomping at the gate,

Even dead expressions need exhumed.

So I give the gift of life to you,

Or do you give life to my store

Of items lodged deep in my brain,

Wanting to be alive, nothing more.