Why
Faces of the night,
how menacing and taunting you arrive
through cracks and seams and sleep they seep
deeper still with a curious display
desire , greed , illusions fashioned
unless the sun arose today
yes!..there is my way home
there are my hopes afloat
There!...is where I must go
But wait, as darkness makes its haste
we must wait....
Till summer ,once again, awakes
Copyright © Jonathan Taveras | Year Posted 2010
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