Reminded of Worth
this world, full fleeting washed away
with each ending day's light darkened
and lit by our guide of nightened air.
this world, we have desired lusted started
before we should and in vain we toil for
worth...
Even the most worthy may reside at your side
yet blinded by your own perception such is missed.
Lost..
Maybe it was greatness of the one you wished..
Hoped for since days your thoughts were clear and still seemed new.
Idealist at its finest, everything meant something
and even passion could be felt for an idea in those days.
Age and soiled decisions leading to forked roads and
lonely paths ending all too soon...
Truly a day dream of desire is harmless,
laying witness as it is revealed on the horizon
sprinting chasing the illusion, the mist clears
and left is the shadow you cast as you arrive
and the horizon is in the distance once more...
Fleeting, falling in vain, haunting your own thoughts
with weary hope left to rot...
Waking abrubtly, laying at your side is your favorite
dream made real and she is peace..Gently caressing your
back and a sleepy smile, reminded of the worth felt and
given freely..Soundly sleeping once more...
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