Night thoughts - 58. - Y knot...
Illumination feeding imagination
I find gold again, among ashes & ruins of a tired mind
With eyes both closed, I walk in light toward an old sight
Treasure in hand, I walk as I stand, ready for any kind of a fight
Words or more echo in thoughts long left to decay
Seconds fill & fell like blinking as I reflect about a day
One I don’t care to share, or show
Instead, with a smile up ahead, I let all see nothing but everything, & let any clearly know
Nothing left, nothing to gain
I speak softly with understanding, at any reason, for what ever level of pain
What if, what can, what will be...
It’s known enough, to be a little less rough...least to me...
“Writing on the wall, doesn’t mean you have to read it...
Fight till the end, for yourself, a foe, or friend, never quit...”
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