[290]THESE MOMENTS OF INNOCENCE...

written by Frank James Ryan, Jr.

This morning i awoke from a dream,
to the quintessence of pure innocence,
thru' the window of my sunsoaked bedroom.

Watched the sweet, softlanding
of a dove imposing gracefully,
upon the newborne fragility
of the leanest tree-branch,
lending shade, and confidence
to the infant limb,
by its presence, alone...
and nothing more;
discognizant...,
to the virtue of its presence;
just this...and nothing more.
And it washed my face with smile
to see suchdivinity...before my eye's.

Verdant and promising,
yet beckoning for nurture
the fresh growth embraced
the presence of the dove.
And in time, adopted
an unconscious dependence,
an expectence, if you will,
to all that the branch
had grown accustomed to...
all this...
and nothing more.
Moments such as these
are as close as perfection comes...
no closer they be....
just this...and nothing more.

And ostensibly discognizant,
to the command of its presence
the white bird lays still,
ruminating about nothing
of significance or consequence,
nor expectence of the limb
to reciprocate.
Still its wings flutter softly,
spinninga breeze upon itself
with an ambience...aaahhhhh....
of cherubic peace, utopic peace.
Just this...and nothing more.
A trinity of doves carried overhead...
all this....and nothing more.

And within these fertile moments
innocence is conceived;
innocence, incarnate.....
life's sweetest taste.

And all too soon, life moves on,
as time knows how to do no different.
And with it, the child limb,
one day, becomes a branch,
that will shoulder many years
of shelter andbeauty,
providing support, and confidence,
to its offspring growth,
upon the natural seed of nature.
And perhaps, maybe, just maybe:
a rememberance of a dove,
who has long moved on...in time
to perch upon the woods
of newfound landings.
Yet, always discognizant
to its' virtuous presence,
to it's virtuous inner peace,
that rendered comfort
and so much more;
inner-peace....
there be nothing more.

These moments of absolute Innocence, i saw...
this morning....upon waking from a dream.



Frank James Ryan, Jr.