some words alone will make the strongest weep
their power is of a kind we cannot estimate
wait too long and all goes sailing into the deep
the fusty ends of day towards us slowly creep
between the start and finish we cannot correlate
some words alone will make the strongest weep
stars in their slow pavane across high heaven sweep
but still we underneath think of it all as fate
wait too long and all goes sailing into the deep
the understanding tells that the sun will peep
over the horizon through the clouds if we wait
some words alone will make the strongest weep
but what's that to the ones who cannot sleep
their minds racing all night to reach the morning gate
wait too long and all goes sailing into the deep
the message is that some things will never keep
unless we recognise their proper state
some words alone will make the strongest weep
wait too long and all goes sailing into the deep
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
28 November 2006
no careless comma
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