Fortunes and fortitudes are the words that come closest to mind
When wondering turns to the inner dictionary, a pilot
Light that never goes out, no matter how many books
Of words go out of print and how many sites have
New opinions on what one thing means and another
Kinds. Fill my closed eyes with the sunshine they
Demand and you will see the reddish glow
Of a late afternoon, prepositionally maintained
At the level of a lawn cut a few days ago.
Grown out into a stubble, a field of
Streams that fill a lake full of missions
For the place we get the rest of the water
Has been prepared to be drunk from
And therefore prepares one for the
Feeling that tomorrow will bring when the
End of the day is once again nigh.
Roman Ryan 