mean time

i often stay up late
just sit there and wait
waiting for what
god only knows
whether or not
all is in vain
just like a rose
i feel the pain
the sting of a thorn
only i am to blame
every time the same
my spirit is torn
between stem and flower
no-one can climb
to the top of the tower
without spending time
at the roots, gaining power
lest the rhyme
loses beat
stops its pace
let thorns and flowers meet
in another time and place
where waiting’s not in vain
and all is there to gain
for those who will endure
the pleasure and the pain
i linger for rest
in the sacred and bless’d
love that’s always sure

(12.5.4)

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