I reach out to
you with my wispy hand
Into the
depths of a shadowy dawn
The blushing
skies don’t seem so bright
When from my
horizon, I find you gone.
Days don’t
beckon with treasures new
Warm sunshine
has lost its sweet allure
Bird songs
don’t soothe my harrowed brow
For I can’t
see your smiles anymore.
As night
descends on tired souls
Its cozy
blanket of shining stars
Sleep eludes
me, so I paint my iris dark
With dreams of
you to hide my scars.
MS
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