End of the Line

Just around the bend is the end of the line Its there if you look for the neon sign It's flashing in bright translucent white Hung like a masterpiece against blackened night Streaming, gleaming polished stars so bright Did you know even the French horn must be drained of spit Let it go before you reach the end of your rope Birds sing in symphony when you awake with hope Crickets lullaby when your eyes tire, open ears a bit & sit Wring the rain right out of the atmosphere Share your boisterous laughter here and there Do it now as surely we are all aware Just around the bend is the end of the line and that our gravity lives will come to cease When hopefully we meet the true master of peace 12/7/2017