We all seek happiness
In the corners of dark forgotten recesses
Where nightmares rule
and monsters dwell
until chased by beings of light
We all are akin to those light beings
That can take forlorn and despair
And churn them miraculously, swiftly
Into ample amounts of glee and elation
Thought to be unattainable for so long
We must be patient though!
For the relentless advance of time
Is unbending and unforgiving
Yet it will be forced to reveal
An Indian Summer of our dreams
We can never predict the cycles of our emotions
As we experience their waxing and waning
And like the Moon
The phases are always in flux
As we try avoid an eclipse of the heart
- Gary B.
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