Poetry on Wings

Photo taken by her father
Scott Tucker in 2008 at dawn in Daytona Beach, FL

Whispered Light

Born in the shape
Of infinity
Comes time…
A whisper on the wind
Searching the universe
For you, for me.

Quietly
Time slips on by
Landscapes
Called minds
And circles round
Beams of thought
While reaching past
Earth made days
And starry nights.

Time comes home
Alive in crystal spheres
Of light
Where, beyond the worlds
Of beings,
Time sees a different view
Of you, of me.

Infinity…

And when I’m lost
In rules and manly
Measurements,
When I forget
Life is more than
What it is I’m being;
Time sends to me
A whispered light
And infinity catches me
Seeing clearly.