The Hanged Man
Sitting on top
of a hill in the city...
Windy and lonesome
and feeling self-pity.
The sun is up shining
the time is high noon...
Feelin two faces
brought on by the moon.
A man sits and wonders
his fate that is cast...
Of how long the pain
in his blue heart must last.
A being who knows
of his time and his space...
Who foresees a future
he cannot erase.
Compassion and suffering
his body does show...
A life traveling fast
and a death moving slow.
He sings of a time
when his spirit will be...
One not of blue notes
but one that is free.
He has tried to live life
the best that he can...
Death will come soon
for he is the hanged man.
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of his time and his space...
Who foresees a future
he cannot erase"
This verse reminds me of Macia Miller-Twiford's "Halls of time" love it!
Spiritual harmony is elusive...
Art Sun...
Susan
Excellent!
Georg