Sensitive, yet sensible
by Ray Fowler, MD
Copyright Jan 1, 1988

(Time in Space Home)

sensitive, yet sensible,
he slipped inside his shell,
too brisk these rushing winds
of change,
he’d tripped! and nearly fell

upon his face, in a lowly place, a-blinded
by the glow
of sunset streaks, those
heavenly leaks
gleaming to and fro

and here, there, and everywhere
it seemed the shimmer soaked
a corona around her, his legs seem to flounder,
her features the radiance cloaked.
this man of the night
retreated in fright,
scared by the beauty he sought,

so special this prize!
no longer his eyes
could stand in the glow (so he thought).

these images lightening,
could be quite frightening,
if this drama continued to build,
but passion’s a-heightening,
and weak limbs a-mightening,
could rise to her challenge, he willed.