The Few and Far Between

You and me, yeah, the few
and far between,
two in a million and
then some,
a story finally worth the
long read.

There’s obscene, then
mutually agreed taboos;
there are
broken men, then there’s their
observing
the compromised rules.

There is the maestro and
then there’s the muse, old
warriors
and then,
their naive wards.

There may be history here but
there was something before it,

as our faith in
the world may someday
yield its own strain of proof.

Here comes the storm but I’ve
built you a roof, a sun room to
watch droplets speaking
to you in
runaway alphabets,
spelling out your stars in
my constellation;

there are overcast equations, then
the sun behind all
cloudy
day shifts,

and love, your light is
a gift that’s few and
far between.

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5 thoughts on “The Few and Far Between

  1. “a sun room to
    watch droplets speaking
    to you in
    runaway alphabets,
    spelling out your stars in
    my constellation” – absolutely love this verse. So much depth and imagery.
    Thank you for visiting my blog, also 🙂

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