Promises of Gold

I won’t waste time stopping my fears
But I wouldn’t mind you stopping a while
Gold is a waste if you can’t see it
taste it or feel it, take it out once a while.

Waiting for the Summer to please me,
forward is a breath beyond illusion
on my knees I drag my devotion
to discover a source beyond my confusion.

Summer keeps my faith
that though we go
we go round and round with reason
We do not hesitate
because though we know the season
We cannot know the day.

Before the sky turns to Fall
we’ll the know the story
that this year’s changes foretold
we’ll be at the starting gate
of a new race forward
ever new ways we are promised gold

 

Copyright 2017 Ronald J. Hoffman

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