Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Yesterday knocked on my door.
I answered to let him in. He didn't
know exactly why he was there
but cautioned me to listen to his advice.

Twice he told me to shut up
when I started to speak.
He made me feel weak and unworthy.

He led me outside at midnight.
He pointed to the stars and
Venus rising, lights pouring from millions
of years away to finally arrive to my eyes
and he said, in an extremely gruff and dramatic
voice:

"It is your choice to be here.
Watch the river, dear.
I am gone soon but will be back
the same as you."

when yesterday knocks, he usually has something important to say....makes sense to heed the advice....for it is just for you....

I think I already talked about this

Ah tommarow will bring You a kiss you will want to keep , in just such a word
I rember to forget those shut up moments and folks who left only riddles , the poem is so interesting describing such a tricky subject. I have a poor memory but a great today . I will tickle you from a distance just for the fun of it. good morning the baby is sleeping!