Dew drops turning into lace

Prison bars dissolved by grace

Growing younger, never old

Tossing timid, birthing bold

A flower blooming out of season

Casting off all rhyme and reason

Falling into ups, not downs

Words becoming proper nouns

Things once lost then found together

Weight-of-the-World = Light-as-a-Feather

Bottled message on the sea

Read by you and penned by me

IMG_5380Photograph “Morning Lace” © 2018 Timothy Waugh