Without Rhyme Or Reason
In Our Time
A gentle piano
A weeping guitar
A break in the cloud
Revealing a star
And all things romantic
Take rest in the heart
Some better together
Some better apart
A tune out of synch
Some words out of rhyme
A wish and a thought
Of a happier time
And all that is left
Is a fragment of faith
That all will be well
In our time
In our space.
Linda Stuart Harnett © 2014
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In Our Time
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