Saturday, January 26, 2013

Hoping

The beauty in the now
transposed
into people not posed
but still
as they talk
and move
and fill
the words the others needing
every moment feeding
such is the thing to be
such is being free

and hours wizz by and time seems to fly
I am met
by things that made me fret
but now my appetite is wet
and heart is complicatedly calm

and so I sit back in his palm
looking at the unknown
with his promise
pressed
to the tip of my heart
a promise
he has not yet
started
to fulfill
and yet I believe it is his will...

here is to hoping!

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