Grown again in a bewilderment
The scene set itself for a moment
Faintest of light enlivening
Our Hero, pure at heart,
For inside the locale
That each now stood
Awoke a deepening murmur
That rustled the very coattails
Of all those passers-by.
Calmly, coolly, saintly,
Our Hero began to outstretch
His all encompassing gratitude
In a moment of sanctity
At once summoning
That which all had come and sought.
Tag: coattail
Innocent Darling (day 1358)
You reminded my heart
Of what I hadn’t yet learned.
Take up nevermore,
Take hold my coattails.
The only thing left
Is a slow waltz down Main Street.
Innocent dancing,
Oh my innocent darling.