I am all weird and weepy today, un
-prepared for the wily way the world
twists and turns to and fro and far
and wee. Can you see the sun be
-hind all this gray? Let’s breathe,
and ask these clouds to play a game
of fear hide-and-seek. Will You keep
me safe? I’ve got miles to go and very
Prompted by Poetic Asides.
Sad and solemn piece, in the end all ends well and the storm passes, sun re-emerges, winds whisper still. Greetings to you.
I love this:
“ask these clouds to play a game
of fear hide-and-seek”
As I’ve told you before, I have this imaginary “Restart” button in my head. Well, lots of buttons actually. “Escape,” for example. 😉 Anyway, I think we’re both just slamming all the imaginary buttons down at the same time, inside our heads. I’m glad I have you, to slam with.