Reach for the Light

Story

Musings on Life, a poem

Perched on a twisting fairway

Balanced on the nape

Aimed; airily, away

Staring all agape

We try.

Search all the endless winding pathways

Turn every grey stone or brown leaf

Percent by percent a bar fills, stay

In ceaseless circles chase grief,

Waiting and yearning, nay

Wasting not learning

We obey.

Turn on your weary processor, play

A heavenly tune, bleed and tear

Your ugliest accept and slay

Build a golden archway

Ascend, today.

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