In the dark, fumbling⁣
Eager, rushing, bustling⁣
Even the best of intentions⁣
Muddled by unclear visions⁣
Drifting far off course⁣
Pause too late for remorse⁣



A change of pace⁣


Shifts everything⁣


As time dilates⁣


There is space to breathe⁣

⁣…

From here, you can see⁣
Clearly and finally⁣


That the Sun continues to rise⁣
And the Moon keeps rushing the tides⁣
Saturn still building its rings⁣
The birds continue to sing⁣


And there… you hear
Lead vocals rise⁣
A voice you deeply⁣
Recognize⁣


“Finally,” she says to you⁣
“Listen,” she pulls you through

Poetry

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *