The Gift
Find respite in an island
with uplifting hands.
as a stranger,
walking through strange lands.
What does it mean to belong?
be better to another
a special someone,
free of toil
someone yours.
Not enough to belong in today
you're in deep,
rapt in the present
at foot of an evergreen,
where you fell asleep.
What time will you wake?
is time a thing known
as such and..
will it be too late.
You find yourself charmed
in a chapel..
with pennies plucked
from your eyes,
now placed at your feet.
Will angels hear praying
under Basilica' stars
for theirs
for ours..?
Must be turning to sunrise, always
be at it swift
for a reckoning comes, wi' hope
for you in,
Jacob Marley's* gift.
~~~~~*Jacob Marley - Charles Dickens 'A Christmas Carol' 1843 ~~~~~
Copyright © Quoth Theraven | Year Posted 2023
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