
SOMEWHERE ©
Who ever knew
that green could be so green,
so yellow, so blue,
so dark?
Songs have been written
eulogizing the eyes, green eyes,
of a woman wrecking
with her beauty so many hearts.
Green is sometimes, also,
the color of the sea
when its unfathomable depths
are not too blue or too sad.
Yet, somewhere, waiting,
there is a hilly meadow
that beckons at me
with serenity and brightness
and soft breeze.
I keep walking, looking,
hoping that some day
I will find that peaceful meadow
where nothing can be prettier
than the grasses and the trees
and the secrets told gently by the wind.
Saul Balagura