The Laws Paradox

They bind the hand that reaches for the throat, They tame the storm, the selfish, vicious goat. A fence erected in the wild green space, To keep a certain peace, a measured pace. They say, "This far, no further," to the strong, And grant the weak a place where they belong. The wild wood cleared, a path is neatly laid, A promise in the daylight, unafraid. The chaos of a million warring wills, Subdued by silent paper, on the hills. But oh, the hand that's bound, it can not reach For gentle touch, a kind and earnest speech. The fence that holds the monster in its place, Can also hide the sunbeam from the face. The measured pace, a slow and weary stride, For those whose hearts can't find a place to hide. The path so straight, it never takes a turn, To find a secret lesson it can learn. And in the order, beauty dies away, A price for safety, paid in shades of gray. So here we stand, a paradox held tight, Between the ordered day and primal night. We trade a measure of our w...
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Hesitation

You bid me to stay
I was unsure

Then you let my hand fall in sadness if not resignation
I wanted to linger
A change of mind, if not a change of heart

Obligations beckons
Your charm enchants
Giggles so delightful it brightens the sky

Oh my, indecision
You ask me what
Then I pause in thought
I ask you why

Now the pause is exchanged
You turn to walk, I grab your hand.......
Down the pier we trot in unison and tandem

Oh what a night

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