Rest

we are here
there is much to say
even more to hear
in this small time shared
there is less to fear

feel the cool of shade
on Blake's hottest day
comfort, rest
sight so clear

I am small with so little fare
to be found in my bag
water, heart, touch
whispers to hear

I know so well that
I could never prepare…
except to forget everything
that has come before
what is ahead

we are near

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