Her Laughter Brings Me Joy

3 Aug

Yet of the simple unasked
refusing me forever and
anon.

Life can only break out
in tunes
a purpose
upon my instrument,
go in and see your
face and offer hands.

We’ve all been guilty
of such omissions.
Are they right in their
blame?

Is it over, and is the
work all done?

Noontide gazing on
the far away gloom
of sky.

My heart wanders
wailing. Endure it.

July is over, over the ever
wakeful blue sky, yet
hug it in love.

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