Life Was Not Mused On, Merely Enjoyed
Life was not mused on, merely enjoyed!
No questioning but from silent eyes
Wondrous wide, no more dismal for
Every secret hung in night skies.
When all for Right and Wrong's blurred lined
Distinctions worth making clear
As quick our sprint, for play-border's own
Lit, unlit defined, would appear.
Even as wind with a rainy hand
Was slapping a face I could reveal
Each season's terror was washed away
In the torrent of its appeal!
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2021
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