It's another morning, world anew
But it's yesterday's shuttered window
Slammed against the dark, the recurring
Shadow foes who linger and lust for me –
Those tenebrous thoughts that seem
Looming and imminent – that now opens
And flood my soul with hope, and despair:
With promise and perfidy; those two reins
We all hold in sweaty hands as
Our life gallops away into the sun setting
Somewhere on an empire of dreams
Where our fears are stripped down
And our true natures fly off like eagles
Or even swallows never to return.

I stare out the window
And see a thin edge of color on
Summer's leaves tinting into
The coming cold.

09/17/2006

Posted on 09/18/2006
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