Nascent
I'm ready now, to disembark,
To step free earthen grind.
To cast off tedious chore of life,
For quest beyond frail mind.
These wonders that my eyes beheld
Sparked light on dreams anew.
Scenes beyond the play of light
Far 'yond pale dreams I knew.
So if you find me cold and still
As morning bids sun rise
I've only wandered over hill
To view with newfound eyes.
Mark W. Ballard
