Grayish-pink the light of nighttime
Strains my soul to try and think I'm
Staring at my future through that window.
Stained, the sticks splay up to nothing;
Paint the backdrop of the barren
Trees, they punctuate the deepness of December sorrow.
The lateness of an eager lifetime
Urges this persistent fool whose
Daring dreams attest to stay unwary.
Pained when stuck by what's deemed real;
Taints for now, but not forsaken.
Reality perceived is temporary.
Fever swells, and dies; too late for tears.
Chasing down the last day's long lost promises.
Saddened love, is prone to fade to simply sadness.
Madness fades away with love's lost promises.
Hope for rest in common bylines
Guided by some deluded magic
Fleeing to not from unlikely allies.
Latching on to nothing certified
"A guarantee" is a salesman's gimick
Setting free what's here. See
if it flies...........
Tear that stains and dries; and gone is fear.
Tracing steps to try to find lost promises.
Saddened love's addicted to waking to impending passings.
Racing toward the next day's newfound promises.