Retreat

 

 

 

 

Toward Alright

Sometimes, never days, on nights

Mind and eye see past the stars.

A life well lived, a hermit in bars,

awaken beyond those billion sights.

They come so close these stars this night,

and of all the heaven tis not far.

Unlived loves, and unredeemed scars

dwindle to a fire that sheds no light.

The heat is there, in careful spite

Intentions bubbling that pit of tar.

Bones and homes, inside those stars.

Broken roads, and shattered flights.

And now this night, here this night

the stars are dead as are my scars!

And at last it all seems right.

 

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