Bright star hung askew,
Can you give me what I seek?
All I want is a sense of realness.
All I want is a sense of whole.
Maybe 3 other things on my wishlist,
The feeling of days past gone by.
They were the same same,
Now the luster has faded,
A lack lusterly framed hindsight.
Bright star hung astray,
Hanging fray from a string
As you warm over everything,
Will you dim come holiday?
All I want are the dreams of white Christmas.
All I want is a sense of whole.
The wholeness of family,
Not a random constant of "Hello" and "Goodbye".
They were the same same those years ago,
Now the luster has faded,
And I fall prey.
Bright star, bright star, oh bright star,
Round the earth and back again,
When will you give me to receive,
The smiles of youth I've not yet to know.
Round the earth and back again,
Alice still wishes for the gift of "Home"
Hold on. Lament.
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2. Looking For What Tomorrow May Bring
PoetryThis is the second book in potentially what will amount to a series of books over my life. Unfolding the next chapter of life, as things move on forward towards a gateway that brings greater things, things greater than I. I have to stop and wonder...
