Words nestle
in the palm of my hand to mean nothing and everything
at day’s end
when a sickle moon
rides high.
sleep settles
her blanket over all
dismissing words and worries
keeping hopes and dreams
beneath my pillow
'til morning comes.
“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”
~ J.R.R.Tolkein
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