The shadows beckon,
Welcoming me to morning;
Where, I am guessing,
Sense will be made of nonsense,
As dreams make sense of waking
The shadows beckon,
Welcoming me to morning;
Where, I am guessing,
Sense will be made of nonsense,
As dreams make sense of waking
There is a perfect word for this – profundity!
A perfect picture – twice.