On The Fourth of July 2021
(Inspired by William Blake, Auguries of Innocence)
The silent journey of fish upstream
Embarks the infant on his dream.
Those whose love the trumpets sing
Are those who have no such thing.
A love that suffers through the blight
Outlasts the passion of the night.
The songbirds singing every morning
Destroy the black-eyed cynic’s warning.
For every color of every flower
A melody rings from natures bower.
The word that strikes the one it loves
Shrivels the hearts of swans and doves.
Those who worry, fret and stew
Will never find a love that’s true.
Rational thought has its place
Though not in Pascal’s secret space.
Socrates knew that he knew nothing
All the wisdom then came rushing.
When five senses catch their fire
No regrets deign conspire.
To see a world in a grain of sand
Is to know true love is close at hand.
The elephant forgets during the night
To make the space for morning light.
The days go by, the years they pass
Let us drink from the golden glass.
Every day a change in the weather
Yet still we sing and love together.
Separate we start, separate we end
But all our lives together we spend.
Heaven’s wild flower attests to the fact
That life as we know it remains intact.
Each time we stop to take our fill
We laugh and mock the grinding mill.
Before and after, they do not matter
Ignore the past and future clatter.
Hold my hand, touch my face
Put every worry in its place.
I’ve nothing more to ask or say
No past no future just today.
Enjoy the moment, that’s your pleasure
Neither moth nor rust destroys your treasure.