All Things Fresh and Beautiful by Murray Dunlap

When the sun streamed through hair                                                                                                  ~ for Molly
And dew sat pensive
I thought, and thought
Of how I could possibly go.
How could I go…

The twilight perched on the shoulders
Of a dream
And played little mini-melodies
Of walking along the banks
And walking
And walking

See the smoke
Settling down in the lap
Of an innocent fool
And hum, hum, hum, of walking
And think it is quiet
In the daytime
And so to walk
Oh, to walk!

And then, just then
The thought dawned
Sing, and dance, and swallow
The mask of pain
The hiding place
Of sorrow
Sing and dance and swallow
For a night
Of  a walk
A bit of a walk
So welcoming
So bright
And beautiful…