Content to dwell in aimless thought
the day in warmth and sun
and colors green with summery tint
I sit and dream aloud
Content that time should be just now
in measured step and cantoed style
And back and forth the pondered while
elapses in a breath
Content just now to let the how
slip away, content,
to see that all is just, somehow,
precisely as it's meant
The day turns slow in random shift
Time is quiet set
and clouds above in bluish sky
define the eye's extent.
You know, I speak of the summertime,
its moody breezes sent
through rustling branch and leafy bough
contentedly adrift.
This is the time I'll rhapsodize
midst flowers blooming bright
and blowing seed and heavy branch
and insects swarming flight.
So shall it be, like this, and more
in memorius eternity
Cleaved unto self, complete and whole,
so entirely
that time, stood still
and balanced, will
keep it forever so.