Never Meant to Be Still
The sceneTo look, to find, to rewindThe movieTo view, to feel, to replayThe reelTo scan, to spy, to realizeThe photoOnce moving, breathing, flyingWas never meant to beStill
The sceneTo look, to find, to rewindThe movieTo view, to feel, to replayThe reelTo scan, to spy, to realizeThe photoOnce moving, breathing, flyingWas never meant to beStill
When even the crickets Have retired for the night When the stars start to fade Into morning twilight A song of sorrow, a song of glee Dances lightly, fancy-free A soundtrack for dreamers A tune for insomniacs A greeting for the morning As daybreak starts to crack A proverbial promise The new day will bring… Read More A Mockingbird Mocking