~ Twilight Dreams ~

I am not content to fade
Into yesterday's almanac…
Landing on a shelf
Of dusty dreams
And vanishing into sepia tones

I am not content
With a ribbon of gray
Threading thru my placid
Existence
Weaving
My life
Into a burial shroud

I will not fade
Into dust
Nor go til I must
Unruffled and fettered
To mediocrity

I want a ribbon of gold
And my heart to behold
The azure sky of
My cloudless
Twilight dreams

 Sharon Frye
© 2003 used with permission
Heroes Of The Heart

 

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