He lived between light and dark and amongst
All the skin shades known to man .
You could say he lived because he was kinda like
Everyman among humanity .
Part Native , part Irish , part Scottish and part
Asian . There was a hint of Mid East too .
And definitely a bit of Italiano .
So in all those homes and many others he resided in ,
He awoke , worked , conversed , partied and went to sleep .
He did it all again the next day and the next and the day after that .
Somewhere , daylight is not far away .
Light and a sunrise across a mountain sky .
Or across the ocean with waves washing the sand .
Or across a dryland crying for rain ,
Or in the skyscraper , talking deals ,
In cyberspace where time zones mean nothing
To anyman drinking something
Knowing that daylight is not far away .
Peter Armstrong
Hours mean nothing to the deal makers .
Nor does time mean anything to all lovers intertwined
In hearts and mind .
Reblogged this on "Fireside" and commented:
Excellent thoughts Peter… great focus.
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Hi Rolly . Hope your back is not grieving you any . Thank you as always for your comments .
Thank you for considering to reblog some of my posts . Blessings Peter
Just as an aside . I thought One More Mountain would be a hit . Was I ever wrong .4 views 4 thumbs down lol .
There must be a truth hidden in the mind of writers that needs to see the light of day .Blessing Peter
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