Your just passing through..
We travel in weary legions,
Chasing our mocking dreams.
My hope chest filled,
With enlightened dried tears of yesteryear.
Fate assaults me,
Insatiable.
I’ve latched the door,
Your voice inaudible.
Sweet and bitter notes of love,
You sing with no melody.
Unmoved, I feel no mercy,
Out of my reach,
You are just passing through.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“Set your course by the stars, not by the lights of every passing ship”…Omar Bradley
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