Late at night the wishing
Of all yet seen to come
Veering off and dreaming
Escaping
Pictures in my thoughts that
Answer to each missing
Image of my life I
Note fleeting
How I long for comfort
Of which to I can cling
Perhaps my day is near
End reaching
Just when I start to ring
Each note that sounds retreat
Somehow peace comes whisking
Endless puzzles off to
Some place of no wishing
- Daniel Z. Garrett -
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