Cogitate

I am coming back through to you

There may be even more souls invited

I am thinking of a thinker’s night

Twixt thoughts, of the body almighty

I rest myself writing to the blue of you

Among those other souls who delighted

I am sinking into a contemplative night

Unwrapping the roses of dear old Blighty

I have the time that I didn't have, for either

Of the previously untrue not yet sighted

I am winking teardrops at the pleasing night

Enlisting the hopes that abound so slightly

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