In Good Time

by Heather's Starting End


If there was one thing
That I’d wish for,
Upon the stars that whisk
‘Cross this moonless black night

It would be a soft blanket,
From stillness, woven,
To wrap ‘round the thoughts
That race,
Through my mind

To put questions at ease,
Lay worry to rest
Grace time, for my mind,
So that it can attest

That the weight of the world,
It rests, not, just on me
That life moves, as it does,

And all will come,
To an end which is meant
Some without rhythm,
Or rhyme

There may be reasons unanswered,
Belief may be shattered
But this weight of tonight,
In good time will unwind




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