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A Time To Reflect
Beams of sultry light.
Reflecting dim flight,
As fireflies flicker and swarm,
Cascade around my form.
The book reveals its worn pages.
Drifting through the ages.
Memories of bygone times.
The splendor of those rhymes.
Shiny satin ribbons of blue,
Reminding me of you.
Turbulent foaming sea.
Homeward bound to me.
Gratifying my lonely soul.
Rebellion over hot coal.
Seeking soft secrets sublime.
Yonder mountain to climb.
I spy the look in your eyes.
Brilliance so wise.
Vines entwine creeping.
The willow is weeping.
Listen to the sound of tears.
Hear the sorrow of fears.
Adorning my quest.
Beholding the rest.
All the best has gone by.
Feeling my sigh.
Touching my heart.
Tearing us apart.
That treacherous sea.
No longer a part of me,
Drowning my dreams.
Falling apart at the seams.
I time to reflect,
Time to resurrect.
Floods my being.
Not worth seeing.
The butterflies gone..
Must carry on
Silver band all that’s left.
I am bereft.
Lost my way.
What did you say?
Now you care.
Do I dare.
To wonder why?
Love is a farce,
The blooms are sparse,
Love’s luminous light,
Shines excitingly bright.
Everywhere but near me.
My sightless serenity.
Woven lilacs dipped in dew,
Cast to the wind so few,
Mild scent fills the air,
Aroma of musk everywhere,
What can I expect?
Is this a time to reflect?
A child alone in the dark,
On a journey to embark,
Free from oppression now.
Liberated somehow.
Childlike innocence bestow.
They will never know.
Her dreams are wild.
She is just a child.
Growing fast.
Life must last.
Primordial being.
The angels were seeing.
Her life slips away.
A child of yesterday.
No more will play.
Just a forgotten run away.
But somehow, I did live,
Someone had a life to give.
There were no bouquets.
Not sure who to praise.
Sullen lights eject.
It’s time to reflect.
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