A Line

If only I could write a line,

That somehow could transpose its time

And filter out the present bad

And make you glad for all you had.

And circumpose its will on you,

So, that your spirit would undo

The wicked thoughts of days before,

The nasty words of yonder score.

So, that my my words would mean something

And a little bit of peace would bring.

by me, Tanya Lee (2008)