Lift Thine Eyes © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Head bowed low, my eyes unseeing,
I stare at racing, faltering feet;
Jostling crowds crush on uncaring,
to snatch a window seat.

Shivering from the biting chill,
All wrapped up in our thoughts,
Yearning for the light of day,
like trapped and blinded moths.

Gazing through the iron bars,
upon the railway track,
Blurred ground flashes fast below,
Stone cold steel and black;

And then I hear a fluttering,
A fleeting flash bright hue;
Birds soaring to the open skies,
changing my point of view.

I dare to lift my downcast head,
and look towards the skies,
Gold and pink and tangerine,
while misty clouds arise.

Fields of glimmering emerald,
and pools of glistening gold,
Shimmer in the distance;
While a brand new day unfolds.

Far off in the distance,
Hills of blue and green
A rambling blue horizon,
My view is now full screen.

So, listen up and listen quick,
Here's some good advice,
Always hold your head up high,
Always lift thine eyes!