There is something,
Edging to express …
But my words,
... They flounder and are amiss…
I desire to be flow …
To stretch and cast my arms,
As if to form a bridge …
There is so much life to live ...
I have so much love to give ...
I have so much light to shed...
There is no more time
to dump ice on someone's head...
May I let criticism be uttered ...
only from someone else's lips.
©jan leree 2012