The Ox-Eye Daisy

I peer into the distance, to catch a peek of thee.
Inquisitive and wondrous, of the discs of white I see.
Yellow yokes of iris, stems and stalks abound.
Churchyard and meadow strewn, memories lost and found. 

Looking back across my life, I reminisce upon your gems.
Picture postcards of sentiment, of rivers Seine and Thames.
For here where all the waters go, heading on down stream.
The sparkly highlights of the falls, is where I catch my dreams.

Those twinkles in the flow, is where I am at one.
My purpose comes to view, when all is said and done.
With your essence in my heart, my vision’s clearly seen.
Of all events that make me, me, all I’ve ever been.

Your insight goes beyond the veil, to another realm.
Where ancestors exist, fallen ones, captains of the helm.
Lined up they are with advice for me, to live each day my last.
Do what makes me happiest, bring joy and have a blast. 

For one will never know, which day brings final curtain call.
To a life led unfulfilled, hopelessness and certain fall.
But if I look to thee, magnificent Ox-Eye Daisy.
I can find the route for me, kick back and make life easy.

In the sunlight and the shadow, you beckon me to come.
The present and the afterlife, in harmony and in hum.
Criss cross I do the threshold, step on step of stone.
Jumping along an invisible thread, bright eyes to lead me home.

​By Simon Blackler
Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 

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