Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
A smile is a transient thing;
No it’s not
Not right now, in the face
Of this damning disgrace
And the backwash of bitterness
Harsh aftertaste
Of the ending of running
This hobbling race
Still I look and I see
There is no empty space
For the stars and the galaxies
Move into place
Swirling black
Big bang crack
And I’m back on the case
For this smile is no transient thing
And the gift
Freely given
It can’t help
But make my heart sing.