Destination of Living

The breeze flailed the corn like a wicked mistress,
The endless green rows rippled like crashing waves,
Abruptly the air became as a soothing morning shave,
Handing heavens’ backdrop a heartaches loving caress.

We wish, we dream, we never learn and we wonder why,
Of nothing are we sure, yet the wind continues to blow.
A life lived true becomes its own journey traveled slow,
Savoring moments shouldered in minds own closed eye.

Happiness enjoyed reflects a future yesterday yet to be,
Today is a tomorrow that will never find its memory
Under a starry night in a moonless dark big sky,
The destination of living never hears heralded sigh.

Robert Dodson
June 14, 2009