This universe of ours will end
As we then return to the source.
No more wounds to tend or to mend,
As the source will chart a new course.
When all the sands of time run out
And existence must start anew,
Our souls will be out and about,
To skip through a new morning dew.
After fifty thousand miles and five years as a hitchhiker, living on the road and streets in towns and cities across America, David Paul Behrens followed with a career as an over the road dispatcher in the trucking industry. He is now retired and living in La Verne, California. His website is davidpaulbehrens.com.
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Well done, David Paul!
Forgive me if I’ve mentioned it before, but I have a strong bias for your work – I was an over the road trucker myself for a while and loved every minute of it, except for having to use the showers at truck stops!
That’s interesting to know, Joe. I enjoy your poetry, as well. Thanks!
Just love this poem!
Thank you, Joan!
Great theme.
Thanks, David!
David,
What do your friends call you? I see Joe called you David Paul.
I like your poem’s spirit and theme. For the last line, this occurred to me:
To skip through a new morning’s dew.
To skip through “a” dew sounds a bit odd. Another possible solution would be “the morning dew.”
Oops, is my grammar teacher slip showing?
I understand and appreciate your suggestion, but I think either way is acceptable, and I believe I will stick with mine, at least until I give it more thought.
Thank you for your comments.
My friends call me Dave.
Okay, Kim, I gave it some more thought (as opposed to forethought.)
The morning dew, or morning’s dew, would refer to a preexisting condition or situation which we already have knowledge about; whereas “a new morning dew” is a metaphor, representing something of which we have no comprehension, existing in the infinite future.
I borrowed the term “Morning Dew” from a folk song of the same name, written in 1961 by Canadian singer-songwriter Bonnie Dobson. The song is about a conversation between two individuals, following a nuclear war.
The following is the first verse of that song:
Walk me out in the morning dew, my honey
Walk me out in the morning dew today
Can’t walk you out in the morning dew, my honey
I can’t walk you out in the morning dew today
Dave, I don’t have a problem with dew being a metaphor. I just think the article “a” doesn’t work with the noun “down.” We can say “I skipped through a puddle” but not “I skipped through a rain.” Dobson used “the” rather than “a” and to me that sounds better. But it’s your poem and my suggestion can be easily ignored if you don’t agree.
Sorry, I meant to say: with the noun “dew”.
Beautiful poem, Dad.
These circular thoughts are delightfully refreshing.
I liked the poem- a lightness to it – a complete thought- very nice!