Tither away
The days
To the greater good
Or the lesser
But either way
The days you get
Are the ones
You give
Away
Tither away
The days
To the greater good
Or the lesser
But either way
The days you get
Are the ones
You give
Away
I am barely holding
On to the loved
Beloved
And must love
I can only see
Myself wither
In the reflections
In the waters below
So I must hold hope
Where I go
I will know
There is hope below
It’s not the quick
Type of thing
When the words
Spring
From the heart of
One who makes
The decision to go
When others hold
Hope
But a delay can create
An opportunity
To see the future
Or take a break
An artist
Can say
What has to be said
When others
Consider the matter
Dead
So heed the artists
Voice
In the quiet of
Stagnation
For the words of the
Artists
Can heal the
Nation
When accidents happen
From the ghosts
Of man power lost
In a dim light of
Reductions
What is left
Is the power that be
So today
I examine
What has come
To me
Today
Is the day
That runs
All day
Long
From the morning light
To the night song
A Wednesday
Brings a new light
Into my life
Wither and blow
So I am told
Is the way the winds
Goes
It can destroy
The sturdiest of
Foundations
It can rampage
The plans
We are making
So whether it be
The wind or the snow
It changes the face
Of whatever we
Know
Upon the eve
We waited
Like children
For the coming days
Of wonder and hope
So we now focus
Our eyes
On a brighter future
Better than we know
Today
Sea light
From the myst
Of the oceans
Barreling
Waves
One on top
Of the other
The sun
Burns through
The brine air
As the speckles of water
Fill the room
Around us
It was a hope
That what my eyes
Glanced
Upon
Was more than just
A temporary
Feeling
But rather
Just an object
Of my gaze
Into the distance