What bittersweet escapade is this?
Raucous laughter buried in tears
For days and weeks and months and years
Seeking solace in morning's kiss
How dare we claim eternity
Then orchestrate the final scene
Through clouded window see broken dream
And hope for things not meant to be
When open eyes burn fickle flame
The hands of time we sought to hold
And winding on our hearts grew cold
Let loose the wrath we could not tame
About the Creator
Daniel Cole
Author and artist, I'm finding my spirit again late in life. Old passions for poetry borne of love, loss, hope and pain, things with which everyone is familiar.
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