Timeless
Timeless are the days beneath a cool sun.
Wandering fairly; seeking none.
Rocks whisper to me their silent past.
Things they’ve seen; on ages cast.
Crystal water flows in murmurs rush.
I scavenge the silence in solitudes hush.
Oh timeless are these my days.
Forever to my spirit made.
J. Allen Wilson © 2/2008
God bless you. Kathy
You wrote a real keeper here.
God Bless,
Lew
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.