Friday, September 30, 2005

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


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