Knowing of the Why
by Michael Doyle

I believe I know the why
Of why a weeping willow cries
When there was no time for goodbye
And that's the case for each of us who dies

Even in the best case of stability
There lies the uncanny probability
That the worth of love is in the risk of losing
And we do this from own choosing

There are the truths that serve us most
Each of us hiding from our inner ghosts
Gathered around for one more story
Told with great flourish and all the glory

The best ghost stories find home in the country
These are the tales that chill you and me
Served with a beverage to sip and quietly drink
To warm the heart while giving time to think

Caught within the ambiguity of question
Is how such imperfections are accepted without hesitation
What lies beyond the ease of our living illusion
And is it something to be accepted in its defusion

If one is the good then how about reaching for two
With the air of a mystery without a clue
Thoughts that bring a night to its illuminated end
In a wondering of what's just beyond the bend

It's a bit of a run on and on situation
Given in spurts of death by cold imagination
The superstition finds it's storied voice
When people die, some even by tragic choice

(c) October 15, 2020  Michael Doyle
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