No Stale Illusion

No soul alone on mother earth has saw a more colorful sight
Than the living eyes who rise to greet the morning's light
No sweeter breath has e're been breathed than when it's breathed in silence
For it stills the mind from time releasing all that would require it
No warmer fire can be so warm from a wood or hearth
Than can be found inside the embrace of a true love's arms
No man can dare to understand the grace that can't be bought
Without the knowledge of the weak who struggle each step they walk
No picture book, no story wrote, no poem or prose from pen
Could adequately describe the life and times of all of those who live
No height of cloud nor depth of sea can measure a life's worth
When measured on a tilted scale that robs them of living mirth's
No word of mouth nor thought of scorn can take from quiet minds
The treasures burrowed within the moments where we greeted life
No stale illusion nor bitter regret can displace a grateful being
Who loved all they know with an open soul within their own soul's keeping

Jade Jaspers