A Bed Time Story

Diary of a Person Being Human

Misguided as I sometimes feel

I mean no harm to any soul. I mean only

To send good wishes, to stray only where my heart leads me,

Then to wend my way back to where home is.

If I should appear upon your step, bearing gifts in my two hands

Know that I do so because you called me forth

To tell you of your forgotten stories, your loves and losses,

And tales of beginnings with no endings.

If you usher me away, I will have said my piece,

Played my part like a brief whisper in your ear,

And a stirring within your heart, the murmur of a fleeting memory.

I have already known you too long to not know you as friend.

My love to you all


Ishaiya x



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