Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Excerpt 12 from "Seasons"

So, sling the season’s sparkle 'til it scatters ‘cross the sky
And, fling the reason’s nonsense up just like a newborn cry
For, once again, it comes the time to dally round the dance
To raise the hand and bend the knee, no more the don’ts and can’ts
As if I stand upon a cliff with jagged rocks below
The wings will spread and I will fly, for in my heart I know
The seasons, all, will come, again, from summer through to spring
Though the tide is rising, soon, the lowest tide will sing


© 2012 whickwithy

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