Of course, it’s got to be
Better not to dwell on it;
But we’re all going
To lose it one day.
He shouldn’t know it,
This head-down young charger,
Won’t know it until it ambushes him,
But his day is today.
Of course, it’s got to be
Better not to dwell on it;
But we’re all going
To lose it one day.
He shouldn’t know it,
This head-down young charger,
Won’t know it until it ambushes him,
But his day is today.
Ancient are the
Roots that run long
And unseen
In the lines and
Coloured sky patches.
Essential are they,
For they calm my
Fed-by-sunrise spirit.
Eternal are the
Rivers that roar silently
And star-voice deep
Below mountain crests,
Between midnight crusts.
Essential are they,
For they feed my
Calmed-by-sunset soul.
28/4/2013
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