Beckon

the news of the hour did creep toward eternity's echo, a smile. beaming under my door jam flooding memories so deep I listened, while remembering sweet whispering nectar begging for release round table reflections demanding to know why the sun pressed its ray 'round my world where I remained, languishing. hope hissed at my gloom as curious intrigue glides nearby, now brought to attention to ponder, surging to reason shadows in the hallway barge in...