Totally lacking confusion,
Simply and without fear,
A little rocky maybe,
But with good heart
With cheer;
Something almost recognised,
Slow diamond sunrise
On the edge of the new
In the territories of the heroes.
High-lord bright skies
Valuable echo’s reprise.
“Well, shall we do it …
Just one more time?”
“Of course, we must;
But as usual,
Not without change;
Not without a flourish.”
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This was very fluid and very gentle, twirling towards the end into a burden (in my sentiments at least 🙂 ), with the word change. It shows, quite simply yet deeply that we must sometimes sacrifice, we must sometimes erase, in order for the sun to keep shining.
..a feeling of excitement exudes from this for me..
“In the territories of the heroes.”. What a grand place that would be. The verse has real pace and control about it. Not easy to achieve, but very enjoyable to savour.