Between the Lines
Another day, another year
global warming missing here...
Some days reflect the once upons
the midnight blues, the keeping on.
What little time, the insecure,
the weaving words, the want of more
of attic thoughts saved from the past
kept in the heart, their need to last.
Sighing moments devoted to
the prelude of tomorrow's new
to lessen then the sting of gloom
escaping to a waiting room
where dreams will bathe to occupy
and fill the hollow through mind's eye,
remembering the all of all
on this the day before night's fall.
Wishing for the new to be
real and not illusory~~~
(thank you to all the pip friends for
using many of your recent titles
"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."