A Game of Shaping Compound Words
An ever-lasting hope to survive,
A never-dying smile to keep believing,
An always-trying touch to feel the love,
An endless, curving track to taste a living…
A seldom-tired eye to watch the sky,
A never-ceasing faith among disasters,
An often-haunted dream to chase and catch and try,
A moon-and-sun-led star to brighten grief and darkness…
And every coming season to renew,
And every cleansing tear to inspire,
And every single heartbeat to be due,
And not a single day to lose the breath of fire…
Nigel Astell
Sun 3rd May 2020 01:47
A sense of escape soon to come.