Chance

Morning sputters

into new day

 

Heaven can wait:

I’m tied in tangled

 

skeins of dream

scrambling semaphore

 

of feeling.

 

You’re so sure

of love’s need

 

straight down the line:

so who am I to argue?

 

Shooting stars, a

galaxy of hope

 

un-curdled by life’s

churning

 

Is it time to listen

to your song?

 

See myself through

new eyes

 

wide open.

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