Lyretry

my post (3) (4)

My eyes remain closed
The body still, frozen and posed
Can what is ever be
Granted is what’s taken, I believe

Trying to delay all
Has led to this unavoidable fall
The twisting closes tight
If this is wrong—What is right?

Alone in a masterful wilderness
Hanging from your forgiveness
A path that moves along
Soon forever is never gone

With visions, I have seen
Here and then, always between
This is where I am
Now to get back from where I began

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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