Images of a New Day
How can it be that destiny falls down
Around me in the spirited night only
To disregard me in the daylight
When history repeats itself and
Grown men feel the need to cry
I will chain my soul to the moon
Howl at the sun and forever beg for
Mercy for I am the missing link in
My own story and I laugh at the irony
Of a life well-lived still falling short
A head in the stars still woefully grounded
Imagination is the key to longevity and
Without a doubt I will live for awhile
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2011
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