“……you mean we get to REST?”


 

“……you mean we get to REST?”

There on the journey, on the trail came darker shades of dark,

Evening clouds piling up to peaks of the forgotten

Two shaking bodies of light up high reflecting star of  center mark

Marking friends to renew a dance darkly from time begotten.

 

 

“Now we’es carries smilin’ lil ‘ol hurt girl into dark!

“How we’es seez for stepping roun’ all hurts an’ brushkies?

“Now we’es bumpin’ an’ stumpin’ all jostlin’ so stark!

“How we’es find some trail to light where sings the lark?”

 

 

“Settle ye, peddle ye slow and more slow and seek ye rest,”

Called down Old Crow and whistled Old Ugly and Young Bluesey.

“Know ye not, The One made night for rest, for sighing so blessed?

“Know ye not, ye must be still, be very still for folding within arms so truesey!”

 

 

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