Saturday, April 7, 2018

letting go - written sometime in the mid 1990's

I know it's best, though pain I feel
The sun can go and hide.
A fuller, empty, emptiness is living now inside
This darkness I once cursed, despised,
This day I chose to keep.
As light burned out a bit too bright
When stopped within my reach.
And higher flies it even now
I cannot hope to get
I cannot burden wondrous wings
I can simply sit
And pray that someday you may see me here
Though I have naught to give.
I though I could not live without
Now I'm content to live
Within a world of slowly passing dreams
Where someday one may hope
One perfect wish a dreamer dreams
Will someday find a home.

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