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
- what precedes and what awaits.
-- each knowing its own way.
- 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.