Breathe
Invoke in me a sense of wonder
One last time before I leave
Rip this tempered soul asunder
Leave no stone unturned to grieve
In time our hearts grow hard and cold
Disappointment takes its toll
Dreams of grandeur fail and fold
No legacy to bestow
A thousand faces I have seen,
Friends and foes that I have known
Lives full of hope and fervent dreams
Remembered now only in poems
Invoke in me a sense of wonder
Not despair and shattered dreams
One more time to rage in thunder
From the cliffs with valiant screams
(Stoic)
Copyright © Stephen Allen | Year Posted 2012
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