A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

10 March 2014

To Burn away the Fog

This ridiculas thing called love

A morass


On one side a familiar light

But drawing near it dims


Another one I hated and ignored

Not it shines brighter,

But it sits within a cage, unattainable


A new light appears

Behind it a mystery hides


A few candle tips flicker in the breeze

Not strong enough to follow


Perhaps a new star is needed

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