Days to Come

Mon, 05/06/2013 - 11:22 -- D.J.P


United States
36° 8' 20.4612" N, 86° 47' 48.9264" W

In days to come I write of hope,
I write of beaming white.
I scrawl of joy and scribble truth,
and smiling, sweet aloof.

In times of dreams I hold a hand,
warm coursing youth unmarred;
I hold an orb in fingers gold
and clutch the silver fold.

In dreams of bright I dance alive,
I move with perfect grace;
We dance together, in this light-
red-cheeked and blissful you.

In future years I rest serene,
a calm and withered soul.
I bed my jagged, sick-scarred limbs
and dream of times of old.

But for now I twitch with sad regret,
I pulse with horrid discontent.
Full knowing past dissolved to be-
and dreams of youth are rent.


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