philosophy | poems

the hope of borrowed moments
may fill a heart with torments
the little deaths that wreck
your breath for clarity intolerant
whisper sweet solace
tell me you are honest
in melodious abandon
the most wonderful wisdom
as clear as the planes on a prism
hear bells ringing the singing of
little faeries winging
see a seabird in flight to bring
a peaceful night
write a song of longing
for beautiful bright morning
at the threshold of the dawn
i pray you will stay and not be gone
as a mother gives birth
so must a child let go.

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