Tuesday, February 17, 2004

Perchance

Fortune lingers, smiles abound,
Awkward tones of lust are found
Where memories last into night
And feeble resonance takes flight.

Silver colours, window panes
Still denoting snow-slushed stains.
Covered thoughts of yesterday
Still cling on; they need to stay.

Overhead, the sky belongs
To some ancient hopeful songs.
Dead of night come if you will,
Soothe my frenzied heart and still.

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