Time will come
That day that stuck like glue,
hide your pride in the wind and let it go.
Redemption has found me relieved more than happy,
no fanfare or parade,
just get back in the shade.
Just get back in line for now's not the time to shine
but steady as she goes, twinkle toes,
time will come soon.
These flowers in bloom will signal closure,
mourning period over
to once more lift my eyes to the horizon
free from moments left behind by this
that would play me in a desperate exclamation
to a ship that's sailing,