Inner And Outer Sights Poem by Josh Alfred

The sun that sets over hill
Has sent sleep to the daffodil.

The moon which wakes over vale
Has turned to white, the pupils pale.

The stars which abide like dusty eyes
Have sent to bed all of the guys.

The bursting of the blooming spring
Has turned the faces to clever grinning.

The hidden message of being
Has awakened souls with sights worth seeing

Awake, inner outer, external inward.
Travel out and in, travel back and travel onward.

Travel yet, to a present moment.
Self is here, pages unfolding.