Endless Days

May 26, 2010
By , inverness, IL
Bring an end to work and essays.
Leave aside the commitments. Oh!
How I long for the endless days.

I have been stuck in this phase
of habit and cease-less woe.
Life seems, now, a redundant maze.

To the great skies, my hands I raise.
I need a break; I need it so.
My skin calls for the sun’s warm rays.

I close my eyes; I’m in a chaise.
I sit beneath the stars aglow
and pray reality delays.

Here, I am in a blissful haze.
Daytime passes peaceful and slow.
Nights stretch beside the orange blaze.

But, I know, time works in strange ways
and it snatches back paradise.
Savor it, for it never stays.
What remains? Stories to amaze.





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