Sleep:
A five-letter word
Worth repeating
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Until Later
A gentle regret
An eager look forward –
Both cast aside,
For yesterday and tomorrow
Must pale in the hard grip
Of now
A Dance of Rain
A light mist, like tapping feet,
Dances across the glowing glass
And over flowers in airy leaps,
Scattering sunbeams and brightening,
Deepening colors in a gentle beat
Of glittering lights, vibrant, serene –
All over the endless shades of green
Not Your Work, But Mine
“If you get it done,” they say,
“That’s, of course, very well,
But if you don’t, that’s also fine,”
As their bland shrugs tell.
What other job could someone say
That not finishing is fine?
Try that at your job sometime
And see if the bosses mind.
Home
The land speaks –
Quiet but powerful:
A hand to your throat,
A blow to your heart,
A tear to your cheek –
A soul so strong:
A presence you can’t ignore
Or quite define
But feel more clearly
Than words.
It calls out,
Calls you back.
It sings you to sleep.
It breathes you awake.
It’s a warm embrace,
A cozy fire,
And a surge of emotion
From a tie too deep,
Too strong, to ever
Break completely.
They Cry
In cushioned, padded beds
They cry
Or when hard on the dusty streets
They lie
Naked, covered, in between,
Little difference have I seen,
But I know, a day complete
Is one that’s spent with happy feet.
twytte 