Your Brown Eyes Comes Smiling

I am standing up
in the corner of the world.
I am standing up
where the corners
gather, where the center
meets the rainbow and time stands still.

I am standing
over the rainbow serpent
at the guardian well.
My energy, in a vibrant
exhalation of color,
coils in the sun.

The sky is laughing
with the tickling
light of morning
and the wind, in a breath
of awakening, stretches
over the fragrant
and floral land.

Standing, I call to you
And your name is
Painting smiling in my heart.
My blood is motion.
And your brown eyes
come smiling, like gift
of the morning sun.

author: David Sparenberg