M-O-V-E-D

What is it that moves me?

That brings a smile or a tear

Rather it be something monumental

Or something that’s both precious and dear 

It could be fields of golden yellow sunflowers

Reminding me to be grateful for this land

To give thanks and eternal gratitude

That I am a free and happy man 

Perhaps a panorama of pale pink clouds 

That are suddenly shaped like a band of angels in the air

That make me feel with every fiber of my being

That God and Spirt put them right there 

Just the sight of innocent children

Seeing things that only they can see

Doing so with gay abandonment

And most assuredly because they believe 

It may be her shallow breathing

As my sweet puppy naps across my lap

As the sun streaks across her amazing fur

Creating a black and caramel map 

Thousands are the inspirations

That are mine to realize their appeal

And it truly matters very little

Rather they are a fantasy or if their real 

Maybe it was the way you touched me

Or perhaps it was your delicious smile

However what truly moved me ultimately

Is that you went that extra mile    

What is it that moves me?

What brings a special light to my day?

No matter what ever that road may be

I shall always search for that way 

Stephen Daingerfield Dunn 

author of: Divinely Different – a Tribute to Santa Fe, A Day in the Life of a Raindrop, Bug Dreams, A Little Boy from Nowhere Texas, Christmas with Mr. Dunn, In God‘s Eyes, Can You Possibly Imagine, Designing with Mr. Dunn, The Book of Doe, Animals Anonymous