Eventide Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

He sits and ponders who knows what
What stirs within the heart
of a lone soul who left the crowd
to meditate apart

The air is still the birds have flown
not even lizards stir
the bay now calm no boats to stir
the sea beyond the palms
the sun a hazy memory
faint glow past silhouettes
of city buildings' darkened forms
asleep without regrets

There is a time there is a place
and none can tell just when
a force beyond the daily grind
draws men time and again
to seek perspective and to feel
the call of nature's song
to meld with sunsets and the bay
and right what may be wrong

He sits and ponders who knows what
What stirs within the heart
of a lone soul who left the crowd
to meditate apart.