Milkweed
©2009 by Rolland G. Smith
©2009 by Rolland G. Smith
I wonder when our lives are done,
If there is something past the Sun?
I feel it in a pod display
And see it in its light array.
If there is something past the Sun?
I feel it in a pod display
And see it in its light array.
The wings of down sustain the life
When endings burst in seeming strife.
There must be more beyond the pod
When usefulness becomes the sod.
When endings burst in seeming strife.
There must be more beyond the pod
When usefulness becomes the sod.
Angelic seeds will take its flight
Upon the breeze of day or night.
And start anew in place supreme
To let the soul expand its dream.
Upon the breeze of day or night.
And start anew in place supreme
To let the soul expand its dream.
Permission to post this poem was kindly granted by Rolland G. Smith.
Please watch this one minute video of him narrating his lovely poem.
You can also visit his website and blog.
You can also visit his website and blog.
