I Only Draw Breath to....
I have no dreams ....
Or, aspirations.
Nor, any thoughts.
For the morrow.
I’m watching the moon.
Chase, the dawn.
Across a blackened sky.
All the while.
Knowing, the new day.
Will be, just like, yesterday.
I can’t share, my .......demons.
For only I, see them, when I sleep.
And they are ever mine,
and mine to, forever keep.
As the light filters through,
the birds oft whistle.
A cheerful tune.
But the only melodies, I know.
Are whale songs.
Sang at 52 MHz.
So......perhaps you might.
Remember, the lonely
And
Take pity on the lost.
Giajl © Jim Love