i've found it there between the sand
where childhood's summer's spent,
where out beyond the rolling waves
the grain of life ferments.
out there on the black top where
i reached to touch the sky,
the mind contests but soul suggests
"at least it's best to try."
the palette of its odour lay
between the sage and spring,
i've found a friend where birds ascend
beneath the robin's wing.
between the dusk and dawn is when
there's nothing as it seems,
a nocturne song to keep in form
the fragments of my dreams.
and in this state where i create
the pattern in the night,
the angel bound inside ourselves
doth smooth the course of life.
and in the day, of old and grey
this spritely figure thrives,
so full of youth and valued use
no mention of "good-bye".

David Timothy Fitzpatrick