Tag: musings

Your Grave is Like Christmas in July

I saw your grave today Apart on the side of a hill.  Somewhere between the cemetery and the road.  As if sliding away Might mean you’re not Quite there.  We all are I suppose, Somewhere between  That resting place And journeys road.  Fresh tilled earth  Piled higher than the others  Catching my eye.  But it

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An open book holds no mystery

It’s in silence I hear my truths, You ask so much of me while sharing all of  you Only time reveals answers When words tumble incessantly like a waterfall the roar is deafening to my senses Hesitation is my direction Confusion clouds my mind Words are often filled up Where actions fall short Time reveals

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