Grown From the Splendor

grown from the splendor
the taste of the sun
all too familiar
when the day is done
the feel of the wind
pressed hard on my skin
the feel of my hair
blown here to there
cliche as it is
there's no compare

riddled with time's embrace
tickled with the sweet taste
of age and knowing the chase
testing the boundaries no more
when the boundaries are set
so clear on the floor

the sweet scent of intent
to do right and stay bright
to capture each moment
and hold it
with care.

it's not til to late
that we realize fate
had a different course
with no remorse
only knowing
that the past is set in stone
and the future has yet to be drawn
though in the end
I've known this all along

4/30/2010

Author's Note

Constructive criticism and honest opinions are always appreciated.