I do not like surprises.....

I do not like surprises...

I love poems... I love music....

I love the cadence in the rhymes of childhood days

When life was a dulcet of waves

regular, rejoicing, rhythmic waves

Each knowing,

 - what precedes and what awaits.

         -- each knowing its own way.

Each knowing, 

     - that there is an end to the beginning

           -- and a mellifluous hum preceding the end.

Each blissful , 

    - knowing that the sun will rise and set today

               -- and tomorrow will be as good as today.