Poem for Nathaneal . Age 18

Pale-ing into Light
on a desert morning
with a wafting breeze
and a heavy dew,
an angel alights on a flower,
magic is weaving on the strings of the day,
singng dwells in the insects display.

A rider forges his way,
riding,
into the moment.
His path is carved by the power
in Love
by the courage of One
who lets go
of dismay.
His heart soars
of newfound Glory.
His essence becomes his Day
as it wafts
in the oily
breeze.