Typewriter Series #1705 by Tyler Knott GregsonText for Tired...

Typewriter Series #1705 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

Days will come, days are here
that do nothing but
Test the depths of this kindness,
put metal to the mettle of it
to see if I can stand
the scraping.  I call them
empty words, empty promises
if I cannot keep them when pushed
to the breaking point, if I cannot bend
when they aim to shatter?
We’ve not been here before, these
are new shores and we’ve only
old ships, but we will put footprints
to sand and refuse to colonize,
but learn, but give the love we have
and refuse to stop when it’s not
returned.  These are the days of fighting
for love, all love as love is love is love;
these are the days that drop a long
line into the reservoirs of kindness
I have collected along the way.  
Watch the fathoms fall away,
watch the knots on the ropes
as they disappear into the endless
darkness of my compassion.  You will not
hit bottom, no matter what you bring,
no matter what you strip away,
you will not feel the sandy floor
of my seas.  

-Tyler Knott Gregson-