More than meets the eyes

Life is not breath alone

Time is not a sea with broken branches, floating

Light is not enough to ease our hunger pangs;

 For wisdom and understanding

We can be hurt by the hand of destiny, and

Frightened by the cold indifference of circumstance

 We can gaze awestruck

At stars and constellations

And not feel like raindrops in comparison

 Destined to fly away on the wings of a raven, or

Snow in the wind—whose end is evaporation

We are magic

Mysteries still unfolding

Fertile fields to walk on

Stories yet untold

More than meets the eyes.

Yet, we can still stop and look around, and

Lose ourselves in the sweet distraction

 Of a perfect summer day