Until the last star's fire fades from the sky
the fireflies dance within night's velvet cloak.
Inside their peaceful glow trails dreams unawoke
as dawn splinters dark with light, daydreams fly.
Upon the dew of morning's wake you lie
yearning for noon's casted shadow, remote.
A mid-morning dreary awaits love unspoke
as nearing noon climbs to claim half the sky.
While extending to grasp one searing ray
came sun's wrath burning deep unto your soul,
This pain has blinded once before this day
ever consuming last bits of all whole.
Do release this heated star to light your way
to feel sun's healing warmth one needn't pay.
Dec.26,2005
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