by Steve Tanham
Eye to Sky From daffodil which fades and bends Through old stone walls and moss Between the furrowed opened soil And green restored from months of loss Till sky pulls eye to distant peak Where arc of fading snow Bisects on high the world of eye from world of I, below. ©Copyright Steve Tanham, 2015
by Steve Tanham
On Golden Wave On golden wave our life is passed In joy or sorrow’s dance As solar heartbeat pulses through And upward lifts our glance — We choose the crest or anguished trough In looking with fixed eye We play the chosen role that looks For gaolers in the sky — But he is neither high nor low Who judges our intent And in … Read More On Golden Wave
Sun in Gemini 
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