Present

One day the Sun rises
Over the Greek Isles
A witness stands by watching
Gasping at the view
After thousands of miles of voyage
Foraying through where to catch this occurrence
Contemplating, planning and packing those bags
All for this sight, this sighting.

That day, when the Sun rises by those sapphire waters
Glazing bright icing on the salty sea
A soul ponders in thought, lost in awe
Wondering where else to catch Him rise
How else to experience this flutters, these feelings
Of the Sun that rises, somewhere by the ocean
Or those mighty mountains
May be over a monument, or lavender fields in Provence.

As those thoughts filter through the living light
A giving awareness dawns upon the being
The next stop, the watcher decides
Should be at home, those familiar lanes.

Those lanes might not tumble into paved perfection
Those planes might not be doused with tulips
But this very Sun rises there, this very warmth hugs the skin.
So the bystander wanderer reaches home
The vagabond harnesses those dreams that waver
The nomad grasps those quests and leashes them in today
And watches those golden rays graze right before
The grass that cushions his daily path
His bespoke Sun rises right there, each day
All he has to do is not to stray.