The Sweetest Daze

The sweetest daze,
in soulful ways,
push tearful days,
away from me


Still blue and grays,
nocturnal prayers,
and faithful praise,
give solace that can soon amaze


Nightlong stares,
long lost pairs,
no longer theirs,
but still privately


Embers flare,
a defiant dare,
to challenge a conscious plea


With the faintest touch,
and a bit of luck,
maybe, finally


Whether ignoble or fair;
an imperfect glare;
dreams that permeate through light


A heart that flutters,
a smile of gold,
all too much… too bold