Desire is the glimmering light in the distance
to the Poet in me,
what if September clouds
lead away from pain and misery?
In the hush of dawn
a prayer escapes from trembling lips,
would life be easier
if we were to breathe
and live each moment as it comes?
How is it that when we’re alone
aware of the touch of despair
to the whisper of hope?
Between you and me,
if I were to lay my heart
in the sanctuary of your palm
would you adhere
to thoughts blurted out
from discouraged alleyways
This twilight we will share
stare moodiness in the face
and brush away
dark ideas unresolved, unwanted
so what if the moon has no intention
of keeping promises,
conviction is somewhere between chaos
and finding strength within.
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Posted for ‘Midweek Motif’ @ Poets United
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