Saturday, February 25, 2012

To the Brightness of the Day

from the shadows of the past
in the forest of sorrow
a scarred helpless soul
clinging to memories

in the break of dawn
fragrance of pheromones
a fast awakening
a discernment to move on

guided by your colors
these weary lonesome feet
followed your lead
to the brightness of the day

you were there
under the flickering rays of the sun
fragile butterfly wings
little fairies dancing in the light

who am i to refuse
the beauty of my muse
I was then a desolate heart
longing for a new beginning

my day now filled with happiness
and when darkness sets in
beautiful wings will lead me
to a new day once again

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