The Brink

If I could show you all my heart,
I’d frame it there in sharp relief,
Because it now is my belief
The whole of which we’re all a part

Is meant for sharing in a way
We rarely do ’cause we’re afraid;
Our spectral fears won’t be allayed,
Nor our lost concentration stay.

But at the brink of everything,
We turn away, we double back:
And look for glories that we lack,
And listen for a song to sing

With all our heart and soul and mind.
But that song, we but rarely hear,
Because, whenever we draw near,
Some other fancy we will find

Distracting us from what is best.
I’ve seen this. Now, we’re worlds apart.
If I could show you all my heart,
I’d help you stop and think and learn
To rest

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