It would not wait to greet me
I would come into it involuntary
Like all ever touched by its presence
I'll live as it dictates my existence
The stars, as the moon, look down at me
A sun dancing with earth, is so heavenly
Always here, when you first peeped through eternity
Guessed you touch others, as well as me
I'm bathed in you, inundated by all you do
Your smile on my face, the story of you
It's told everywhere, on a place call home
An earth that constantly turns, not for me alone
The unseen is as real, as the changes I see
When the sands in my hourglass flee
In vain, I attempt to hold you, to keep this
Then be reminded by all I'll miss
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.