The Muse of My Goodbyes


The Muse of My Goodbyes

While dreaming of those ashen days
I touched the muse of my goodbyes.
Regrets forgotten found the gaze
of rainbow thoughts in quiet eyes.

The judgement which I feared to know
was absent from her countenance;
instead she bade me let it go
and learn to live in present tense.

©2017 Bill Hazelrig


Author: Bill Hazelrig

Recovering workaholic, IT geek, once and present poet. Words are very important to me. I try always to wield them with sincerity and in the service of light.

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