Sunday, May 3, 2020

Before ...

Before the night claims my day
I think of words to say
that perhaps will aid and abet
the furtherance of love.

But then in the morning light
I come to the understanding
I need to grow and increase
my force and effect.

How tall, how big, how loud and dictatorial
and then I shrink with the knowing
the my hands are tied to the post
of plain and simply who I am.

I cannot shout from mountain tops
or dance the light fantastic
to the tune of all I know should be
or simply tell you quietly.

I am here and you are there
but before the day lays claim to night
I like to think that in that peaceful state
everyone is dancing to the tune of love.

I like to think but can it really be
when some don’t think to dance?

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