Friday, May 5, 2017

A heavy mist


A heavy mist, and all the world’s a prayer.
Wet, the leaves, wet, the wings that bring us here.

A heavy mist, and all the world’s a prayer.
Wet, the things we used to fear.

A heavy mist, and all the world’s a prayer.
Wet, the love, wet, the joy, wet, the tear.



2 comments:

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...

Mr. Blake, Mr. Keats ... eat your hearts out!

William Michaelian said...

Gary, you are a treasure.