Monday, October 1, 2007

"it'll be alright...."

It's the end of September,
and I've become fearless;

no longer shuddering,
like the leaves outside my window,

browning, and blown,
into October.

Tonight, I'll sing,
letting the words escape,
and surround.

It'll be alright,... long I have the smiles
of friends to see me through,

to the last bars:

a refrain.

Thank YOU.
`X~ Will.