And the beat goes on.

Spending a night in nearly sleep

Haunted by the sound of a faulty air conditioner

He thought, anywhere but here

He was calmed by her sleeping presence

The words of the song alive and revolving in his head

Let it be, Let it be, Let it be, OH Let it be, Whisper words of wisdom let it be”

(c) Chris Black. July 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~