Day 19: The Miracle of Us
Moving forward as our world works on or washes away, way too much to gain, nothing to say. Dazed by the spin of the moon up high, the hour has arrived to do – don’t die. Arrive to hear you say what may be the only thing to make my day – Good Morning – a warm phrase locked within, cold ears I’m waiting to hear it again.
Over and over the waves crashing in, so hard to stand, so hard to win. With wind and waves taking us now they test the essence of time – what to allow. All of what you see is growing slowly as long as you reveal a truth, kneel down and look up it’s the miracle of us.
Just too good to be false our flaw to keep, don’t toss it’s too hard to see what’s lost. A map to find the way out, out of nowhere worth more than treasure. Golden years brought us golden tears, take my hand you’re all I trust. Cheers! Here’s to the miracle of us.
Remember the good times,