But For a Dream

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My pen faltered in step;
twenty-six symbols on a page
could not hope to hold in them
the thought of you-

you, the light
the beauty, the radiant glow of
a lily by the lake.

You, whose breath fills
the sails of angels'
ships, and whose gaze
walks pillow-cloud stones.

My pen faltered in step;
shoehorned my darling into
black lines- nay, but flying freely
by the side of Heaven's road

Take my heart, whose cadence
arrests at your touch and smolders orange
and red in the dark, lighting the way
to you-

You, for whom the sun and moon
and stars turn green at the parting
of your lips full of brilliance
and candor and love.

My pen faltered in line;
the scrawling of this mortal coil
could never hope to capture-
embrace you, but for a dream.





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