SUN DIAL

by Arthur Smid

Riding on a journey,
Descent, no doubt
Carried out of town,
We share the question of the world.
Now be wise, I swore to you
My resolution,
A sun lifts out of chaos
High above the sea,
All my life to answer the question.

We were made to live on earth.
It is paradise,
Plastic bottles, healing water.
Fantasy clothed in mirrors and rouge.
Behind this face, ages are drawn
Into a mask the mirror fades,
Now I believe.

Paradise on earth
With lights to praise the sky,
A sun lifts out of chaos.
High above the sea
All my life to answer the question.

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