An arid eye...tis not mine.

What softness this gentle lover, life, has given my eye to see. Across the green wavering sea of a farmers toil there sits a god of fiery cosmos, slowly sinking into the end of its daily journey.

I sit amongst the numerous creatures that share this moment, unseen and mysterious to me as I am to them, yet we collide in time and we share this space. An enchantment laid over the air as a silk sheet rests over a tired body, soft and cooling. What spell is mine, and it would seem mine alone, as the world rushes by?

From my earthly seat I watch as the reddening Sun rests from its seemingly endless dance for another day.....one day it will make this journey.....and I will not be around to watch it....so with jealousy I shall guard this magic...and if after a hard day, such beauty wrings a salty tear at the wonder of my life from my eye......then the soil beneath my feet will bear witness to my passion.

For all you lovers of life.....