A Thought Can Be Carried Just So Far

Sunrise finds its day in darkness

The clouds release their rains of spring

Wind gives flight to the leaves of autumn

The wave breaks free to caress a waiting shore

And too
the gentle giant
who carves the Christmas toys
lays down this last creation
and knows there will be no more

In a dream he leaves that unswept shop
to dance where children play
to stroll where grasses grow
to leave an open door

for others

No one knew
just where he went

or what was left behind

He came to Love that afternoon
and so each day

that followed