If there was one thing
That I’d wish for,
Upon the stars that whisk
‘Cross this moonless black night
It would be a soft blanket,
From stillness, woven,
To wrap ‘round the thoughts
That race,
Through my mind
To put questions at ease,
Lay worry to rest
Grace time, for my mind,
So that it can attest
That the weight of the world,
It rests, not, just on me
That life moves, as it does,
Unceasingly
And all will come,
To an end which is meant
Some without rhythm,
Or rhyme
There may be reasons unanswered,
Belief may be shattered
But this weight of tonight,
In good time will unwind
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Beautiful
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Many kind, kind thanks!
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As they say about journeys: they begin with small steps . . .
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Absolutely beautiful. A lovely verse.
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Thank you, David. So nice to see you!
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You’re welcome. I really enjoyed it.
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