I have not met your gaze, but I have fallen into such blues...
I have not felt your hand in mine, but the wind cradles my face with your touch.
I have not heard your whisper of love, but my breath catches, as your soul embraces mine.
I have never sung this song before....I soar!
Our words
Are finite
But our stories
#Infinite
Shakespeare told
All his tales
But you’ve not
Told yours yet
Cosmos
Closing tale
Will be
Fancy’s final flight
Tho even past
Death’s veil
Some wag
Might try to write…
Scribing
From beyond,
“TWAS A DARK
& STORMY NIGHT—”
#vss365
As one who’s lost dear friends to alcohol & never been drunk, I wonder what it’s like for people who’ve been to funerals for alcoholics & victims of drunk drivers to, once a year, watch TV networks celebrate public drunkenness (which reduces COVID precautions). I can’t watch it.