That Which is Chosen

I can only choose where my feelings dwell

Some mornings mysteriously do not ring the bell

Not that the prayers are only for edification

Some shadows do linger and delay the elation

Of the heart that has dreams of keeping a promise

Would be foolish to anticipate that something’s amiss

Not yet, all the close feelings have to surrender

Time has mellowed and the clocks are tender

~Amitav