I hope you’ll hope
Music Credit: Enya, “Book of Days”Video Credit: Lisa Rosier of FieryPhotography.com
Ended as it began
These dark days of November through January
Yet in analog, earnestly asking
Forgiveness follows now, as it must
Onward, Ho! To teach!
For I can only learn and grow
To right the wrongs with waves of change
Have them ramble around, bouncing off the humidity-coated walls See which ones bust through stop signs and find rhythm with bird songs Find which ones look like quiet conviction and calls to action Then mull about together, dialogue, and make sense of this world with them Create order from disorder and call it good again At the end of the day, we must
Time to be
One, two, three
Why the sky wanted me as its muse I cannot say I’d not wish to betray its lifelong, headstrong whimsy? In its own whirlwind of Days, I was its only constant? Pressure, and I the soft voice that reduced the storm of it all? Mercy, it contained and it wanted to rain upon me? Surely it cannot be a great love for me. Or…can it be? On the possibilities, I pretend to opine But I cannot say
Has it been said to me
Just that it occurred to me
That
A misplaced hello
I take my leave from those who gaze, idly
Let the sounds in — all of them!
I see we
Our actions, absent
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