Ode to Clarity

Clarity is a natural gift
The scene of seen, clear sense of soul
A living dream when spirit shift

Takes full control.

How oft I wish for vision’s hand
And strive to find the soft of sound
I know they’re found,  oft’ times unplanned

To flow unbound.

Welcome the sight of clearing skies
Where, oft-blown, smoke pervades your mind
And chokes the life from anxious eyes

That seek refined.

Nature’s native tongue shares clear
In song of birds or rolling seas
It’s all about a wild frontier

That serves to tease.

Please let me live that sense of peace
That comes when life presents the pure
Where clarity does not decrease

Nor thoughts detour!