Evening Wear


The sun sits


Behind the


He turned all

His attention

To face the word

To which would

be the final

In being the keeper

The writer became

yet another

written word


W/o bound

He Stood

Waiting for

the shadows arrival

Counting till it was…..

For w/o  his Word 

there wasn’t an in between 

Then what would be his purpose 

Only what was left of his mind

Today was the first day in a while

That I can feel the earth

Underneath my feet

My heart is full

And I have all my loves around me

Wishing everyone a happy Sunday

The Sheldon Perspective© 7/24/16




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