My Refuge is a Sunlit Sky

Posted on October 21, 2016


My refuge is a Sunlit Sky
No man can wander 'round this globe
A staff in hand and hermit robe
From child-like fresh to well-scarred old
And fail to note so many ills.

He may be brilliant, rich in skills
And never want for bread or gold
But if there lurks a heart beneath
The baking soda white smile teeth
Then surely he will ponder grief
And search at times for sweet relief?

I wonder if you asked me where
I go when all around is noise
If knocking on my creaking gates     
You poked behind the cool and poise
What would you find to give you thought
Assuming that is what you sought?

My refuge is a sunlit sky
Above an ocean, where I fly
Alone and musing, slapping blades,
A thoughtful place where glory fades
Horizons far that seem to call
Like peering down a marble hall
Ten thousand gleams of scattered light
And waves that march right out of sight.

No land, or ship, or man roams here
No hate, nor lust, not even fear
Just day that followed restless night,
Just blue, and grey, and flashing white
The cosmic dance, another Time
The sense that this so simple rhyme
May touch more closely on Life's theme
Than stumbling through my waking dream.

No dogma, laws or preachy meme
Should be allowed upon this scene
A silence reigns upon my stage
The quiet turning of a page.

I loved the burbling, gentle flight
That tried to make an ache come right
The wistful search for a missing spoke
The wheel that turned, although half broke,
I wonder what it was I sought
And that I somehow never caught
I wonder if I'll ever rest
And count those days among my best.

Francis Meyrick

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