I watch the day
take-in her sunlight,
Before the dark
turns-out his midnight.
While songbirds sing
my song to sleep,
I drift and dream
on hopes I keep.
The highlights fall
on shadowed groves,
A'lighting things
which failed to show.
And is this real
or somewhere between...
A vision's truth
or what it seems?
Do waking eyes
make daydreams fly,
Turning true-blue
within my sky?
2008 sinnaminsun
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