It’s been like a spinner’s wheel,
A time stolen and given in to grace,
A perfect time and perfect place,
To rest beneath a seal,
And though I’ve lamented every moment,
I know that love is right,
And though I break my rules sometimes,
I can’t give into fright,
So that my body will be a symbol,
Of all that it once was,
And surely though it takes so long,
I capture one more night,
To write to anyone listening,
As I bow down to pray,
That when the timing comes and maybe goes,
There’s a hero for the day.
Clear & Precise Resumes 