To: SamAdams76
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
166 posted on
01/02/2016 9:07:06 PM PST by
Flycatcher
(God speaks to us, through the supernal lightness of birds, in a special type of poetry.)
To: Flycatcher
Waking up is harder than it seems;
wandering through these empty rooms of
dusty books and quiet dreams.
Pictures on the mantle
speak your name
softly like forgotten tunes,
just outside the sound of pain.
192 posted on
01/02/2016 9:48:37 PM PST by
BenLurkin
(The above is not a statement of fact. It is either satire or opinion. Or both.)
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