February 2018

Some Sort of Substance

Until yesterday, you were only a flame

Flickering through some thick space

Seeking attention, acceptance, affection

In need of one identity or firm mission

Until the last minute, you gave up all hope

Waved the winds goodbye, all set to cope

Still looking for some kind of substance?

The essence that screams “no distance?”

Old friend, welcome to your new meaning

The one that redefines your old beginning.
©arrowbird2018

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