The lost hours forgotten
Between the things
We must do
Sitting and waiting
is made awash
but it could be something new
A thousand little sorrows at the end
because each moment
was lost in oblivion
Each moment is excellence yet discovered
A brilliant explosion waiting to be
found
To take a narrow frame
is how we were trained
A filter letting the gold through
and only keeping the mud
If only you could see
The brilliance in your soul
The purity of potential
And peace upon the earth
Attainable in your heart
Lost for words
Complete reconnection
With you
When’s the last time you felt
something so strong
you cried from joy
I wish tears were common
And stoic temperament
allowed the melting of sorrow
into pure joy
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