Commodity Of Presence Poem by Nick F. Hawkins

Presence is a commodity
That the richest man
Could never buy,
The ultimate present of time
Are the pleasant memories
That strollby,
Bask in the serenity of life,
Baskets of flashbacks inclines
As negative vibes demise
Amidst the purple sea
Of sublime dreams
And shallow tides,
Free as butterflies after
Metamorphosis arise,
Presence keeps wisdom
Within the wise just as
Wings keep birds in
The sky while the moon
Keeps the earth occupied
Throughout the night
Until the sun arise