Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Monday, December 6, 2021

"Perfection"

 The fingertips reach out to touch all that the soul perceives

And, with the touch, the heart's reborn, in waiting, it receives

All answers to the questions asked, the many lifetimes spent

To find the answers, beat the drum, repay the gift that's lent

A wonder to the universe that cannot be replaced

Along the windings on the way, each life is surely traced

Some tales are told, some songs are sung of longing and remorse

But, with each step along the way, the story takes its course

Arrival in uncertain terms, the day will come at last

Retracing and replacing all the sorrows from the past

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