Ramblings Of An Old Man Poem by JJ Evendon

I'm getting there.
It's beginning to make sense.
Catching scarlet light
under a blanket of woven silk,
flowers of clover resembling hyacinths,
releasing sweetness from within
that raises to become absorbed
making life smell wonderful,
only to be lost in a breeze.
Now I'm alone
with just sunlight in my hands,
reflecting life's images
in a manner not understood,
but happy in the knowledge that
all life can be perceived differently.
I am different.
Therefore I know my way
- even if I do not know the place!