Candle lit paper waits to see As pen to hand is now set free Words materializing to the gaze Thought unbidden scrawl to page Words flow forth from unseen source Mighty as natures rivers course No ideas planned in advance Just peace and quiet taken chance Music from the room next door Chords harmonizing into score Incense burning soaks the air Sitting listening time to care Of things that matter things that last Pursuing happiness forgetting past Drawing from lifes well so deep Casting of those things so cheap Calender reminders tacked to walls Fresh clean washing folded draws Time to rest and be at ease Time away from things that tease Tease and leave splintered memories Ones that clog and drag us down The ones addiction calls its crown Now we choose to neither sink nor drown (GE2014)
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 00:41:14 +0000