cloud songs

We remain
as we are, each of us
separate or separated.
Consequence or
    circumstance,
what we carry and
       and what we know,
where we live and how
we show       respect
for the past, and to those
who care.
    How are we sure
feelings are spared?
As we face decisions
or twist the mind,
anxiety threatens our ways.
   Or time.
   Blessed
  with each breath,
  we pause and reflect,
emotions and thoughts
circumspect.
We dream, we dare
        to taste the night.
We wonder,
                     we wake
on the edge of a knife.

© 2017 j.g. lewis

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