Prayer, Cure For Depression

In the quiet hush of dawn's embrace,
Prayer whispers softly, a gentle grace.
A balm for the soul, a cure for despair,
Lifting the burden, lightening the air.

In the darkest hour, when all seems lost,
Prayer offers solace, no matter the cost.
A beacon of hope, a flicker of light,
Guiding the way through the endless night.

On a rich gold afternoon
she is riding in a convertible:
the wind blows through
her golden hair, the brown
no more to be seen.

The car was grand
the-trailer pulling a race-car
was grand.
You could see-she had-a rich man.
-Maximize rich, Minimize man-

From the masks
of plastic smiles
eyes
were interested only
in how many saw their flash.

Had he known the last time they made love,
Would be the last time they’d make love.

He would have stayed a little longer,
Held on to her a little stronger.

He would have gazed into her eyes,
As they said their last goodbyes.

He would have sat beside her bed,
Till there was nothing left unsaid.

He would have rubbed the back of her neck,
And given her cheek a little peck.

He would have sat her in a chair,
And took some time to brush her hair.

What is it?
When your heart skips a beat,
What is it?
Is it someone that you meet?
What is it?
With a flutter in your heart,
What is it?
That you never want to part?
What is it?
From the time you say "Hello."
What is it?
You know! That you'll never let go!