Passing By

rhythms of the day
feel good on my soul,
its spirit soars and
drives in the day of
afterwards as today
and tomorrow are
are not to be found;
thoughts eliminated
as are all my fears
and apprehensions
but while there is no
sun, there is light
and I am drawn to it,
wondering why no
words flow and no
ideas penetrate the
day and no eyes see,
yet, there is a sight
that fades as I seem
to pass by it all.

21Apr17