The Long Road
Pretend its still morning
Bright dreams remembered
Infinite longing
Unreachable heights
Mirage on hot pavement
Dry and exhausted
I tread on my shadow
Under noon skies
Grasp for a memory
Fading at sunset
Lost in a dark box
Behind my mind
Swept up at midnight
Caught in a blind snare
Shall I be exempted
Am I still wise?
Copyright reserved by Author Ramona Gibson Hughes 2011
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