I stand above the solitude
Of life that brought me here
I wonder whether time surpassed
Will ever displace fear
I run and jump for eptitude
And stumble as I wave
I find a place to captivate
And so I stop to save
A feeling of a life to lure
And languish in lent love
By those who walk the wiser path
As velvet as the glove
In hand that fits another snug
And depends on both to be
The last vestige to be seen
When strolling out to sea
I stop and think of dreams to come
And time to render with
Sullen like old streams of sorrow
Like a lifetime through a sieve
But water-wells will save a thought
And build challenge faced anew
And delve into tomorrow-land
Away from glacial view
As ice will melt and weather warm
A semblance of surreal
The shadow seen in winter storm
The only face I feel
But what I feel – it is rock hard
With crevices to fall
An ogre to the erstwhile fan
Who stands in hollow hall
So where I go – where to from here
With you – or without
Whatever dreams may come my way
Delete my lasting doubt
And when the sun shines upon
And cloud is seen to leave
I’ll smile – sweet yet sensual
And love – and yes – believe
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