The Black & White Poet
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These Moments
So I espy it is possible to carry yourself …
Into your own fantasy and find it to be reality.
The moment you step out the shadow and gloom…
And into the arms of a rainbow-
Is the same moment the tears in your heart-
Are blotted out by his warm hug.
Unfortunately the moment last for but a whisper.
A whisper of one quick and silent kiss-
When you found nobody was looking.
After being so filled with smiles-
All uncertainty is extinguished, yet hurt overwhelms.
Because the hands strain from finger tip to finger tip.
It becomes time to withdrawal from security and love…
And step back into the place-
where memory finds all delight and happiness.
~DaYnA e. 11/23/03
Into your own fantasy and find it to be reality.
The moment you step out the shadow and gloom…
And into the arms of a rainbow-
Is the same moment the tears in your heart-
Are blotted out by his warm hug.
Unfortunately the moment last for but a whisper.
A whisper of one quick and silent kiss-
When you found nobody was looking.
After being so filled with smiles-
All uncertainty is extinguished, yet hurt overwhelms.
Because the hands strain from finger tip to finger tip.
It becomes time to withdrawal from security and love…
And step back into the place-
where memory finds all delight and happiness.
~DaYnA e. 11/23/03
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