Awake, at half past twilightstaring hard into the night heart heavy with nothing but the weight of wishes my soul has yet to shed so much to be done, many words left to be said

Time, teach me more than I think I can learn

Cycles, please slow your turn

for Regret, I don't wish to feel your burn

Life, tell me a story but know that I'm too old for empty words the deeper I dig the deeper you get that much I know but these bones ache now when your cold winds blow

Time, teach me more than I think I can learn

Cycles, please slow your turn

for Regret, I don't wish to feel your burn.

Universe, it was you who conspired cleverly to put me here in this world, ripe with storied shadows so eager to speak their truth even if people aren't always as forthright

Time, teach me more than I think I can learn

Cycles, please slow your turn

for Regret, I don't wish to feel your burn.

~Eric Vance Walton~