I don’t want to sit around, mixing my emotions.
I need to settle down, with my long days of devotion.
It’s been a life of watching, my ambitions reflecting,
Back into my eyes, too much time rejecting.
Sure to make myself smile, before this time is over.
I’m spending my next quite a while, making tea from clover.
There are people who make my heart’s desire
Satisfied as a cold man beside a roaring fire.
The chills I feel as I leave the bed,
Shake within me, like the fears I dread.
Never to look at a day that I wish be over,
Till I’ve wrapped cold hands around my tea of clover.
Strings counting time, strumming comfort for my today,
Sunshine soaking into me, more than just a ray.
Present moments erasing past distractions
Love for those guiding my heartbeat reactions.
Filling me so content, I’m no more a rover,
Smiling at love’s faces sharing my tea from clover.
© Rick Wyman