The View From Here

The View From Here

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Promise Me

Don’t promise me Forever,

For I have learned that for some

Forever is finite.

Instead,

Hold my hand.

Promise me

Tomorrow

And I will sleep

Secure.

Promise me

Today

And I will face another dawn

With a song

Promise me

This moment

And I can spread my wings

And soar on the wild west wind.



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