more poems and walnut ink sketches by John David Wissler
The Light of Evening
the light of evening catching my eye
dancing through a row of trees
I turn to see where you are
familiar but not the same
time as light passing
dancing
shining through that which is
through that which was
shining , yes , still shining
familiar and somehow new
you are
we are
those we love, family
those who gave us life, loved ones
those who give....and never ask
I focus now
the light changes
sun, below the ridge
below the row of trees
majestic, solid, no.... ethereal
together we are in this life
friend, family, sister, brother, Father , Mother
always the same
never the same
color... radiant, known and unknown
love... full shining
surrounding , no, enveloping who we are
together , all of us touched by the other
stars beginning to emerge
I turn to see where you are
be strong my friend... I am there to hold you up....
Holding My Breath
holding my breath....alive in the moment
seeing the moon through a vale of dappled cloud
color...is...light
light ...is ...color
stars make their own space
shining through the vale like precious stone
light bathes the earth
hitting faces turned upward
Sun Descending
sun descending
descending , reveling its size
brightening the sky
touching the clouds, its color moving towards me through haze
atmosphere, brightening, filling space with color
earth darkening
masses merging, shadow passed and enveloping
dampness rising... filling my nostrils with moisture and smell
bare feet touching the now wet grass
time without comprehending, only feeling
light now dim, star, cloud,
birds sing there ending, jubilant (my eyes close)
light of the firefly......rising...lofty..holy...
