sadness of beauty

it s experimenting with the breeze

where the trees are listening
    to the bird song of your muse
you feel cold and lonely
    yet silent and still

you just needed
    to chill out
and enjoy the vibes, the view
    never judging the beauty
calmly collected

an old poet claimed
    to always be there
but could only deliver
    once in a while
or just sometimes

mean-times we spin
    as the journey begins
only to wind up at the end
     sublime debate
teaches us a little humility

7-8-09
D.E. Clark