by the door

Dearest you,

When you see the door forth tightly closed, when you see the lock bolted in.
When you see the day light lightly faded, you know to fear for a storm is near.

But listen, listen to the whistling wind, for time is singing you a hymn.
March nØT back but forward then, for time this life will not amend.
Life is a trot for the long winded road, maybe near a toad, or a mole, stay focused et match in on. Run if you may but skip on the way, I’m right beside you as you gallop away.
For darling dears this Song has just begun.
Yet we are so terribly worn, oh terribly so, I fear you were gone.

tête haute
Forever so,

RS