The Harried Mystic

Glow warm and time-worn amber paints my horizon

While foraging squirrels and song-stirred birds go about appointed chores.

And young boys play in the streets unaware of the gathering life,

Nor of my hope-drenched fears.

All the buzzing hive of rolling life plays on,
While the heartbeat of a silent single star beats inside the emptiness.

Glad-sad veneer of years marches ever onward,

As I await the blue-grey sheet of night to embrace all my dreaming.

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