too bad the train’s already gone

for the first time in ages,
i am settled down ready for bed
at 8.35pm

there’s tons to be done
but this one’s stretched thin
and i really just need a little peace.

gwen dickenson; so weary
Yea … I am so weary

I yearn for a long deep sleep
A sleep filled with ancient dreams
Of spiritual realms, of healing waters
Of sky and land and star-burst colors
The astral scenes of divinity’s themes

Far away from man’s self-made mess
Far away from ego and selfishness
Away from disorder and lawlessness
Away from greed and material quests

Yea … I am so weary

Life demands we commit to its rituals
Parade in its pageantry, lend voice to its story
Being mindful of countless other lives
Whose tears and laughter color our lives
Weaving world history, affecting world destiny

Life demands that we learn from our mistakes
That we love or hate situations or things
That we adapt, change, fight or flee
Delving deep into its mystery
Becoming great beings with gilded wings

Yet, yea … I am so weary
I yearn for a long deep sleep
But not … just … yet
But not … just … yet

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Author: c

my world, out of your reach

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