what I will accept

gradually it leaves me
I hold each drop as it
cool beneath me it passes
we feel things, we know things,
and it calms, it calms us late night
lacking into a slow silent sad singing
singing for hope abundant refreshed, or
no hope, free of hopes chance failure,
and with it a cool comfort in what
is or isn't now.  now I know we
have a place to go to, a place
in people a place in bread
a place to wear down
our weary heart bed

I know no there is no one to be in here now to hold to
and dreams wait to swim off

and the inevitable breeze of the future path keeps me
steadily accepting rationing waiting correct,

no remorse.
no reason for remorse