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O God! I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 2 Scene 2
Moonly in the glib old fashioned night
before the dark became a terrible dream
friendly shadows jumped when spoken to
stars sang in the key of glory
I was young
hard to hope when faith recedes
hard to find a way to care
not much left of this old world
is there?
sitting outside, under orange sky
thinking, always a dangerous enterprise
did I get old?
when?
where?
why didn't I notice?
com-fort-able; feeling allright
cozy, warm, secure
used to live on the edge
now I need directions to even find it
my thoughts turn to stone
my mind turns to the left
my heart turns to her and
everything bows to the heart
and her
forever and ever, amen
the pages turn, the seasons shift
but life goes on as always
and as I sit and think my thoughts
I smile
another day of music
of sunlight
of decisions to make
of love to give and take
of life.
and somehow, that's enough
