to woe i say good morrow
awakening with thy sorrow
proclaim to dreams endure
that here is not so sure
as light doth strike thyne eyes
another day’s surprise
take tears away and warm
quell soon life’s gathering storm
tis now that all should be
a pact twix time and thee
for past and contemplation
are non but aberration
the here, the now, the thought
what evolution brought
take heed though as yee feel
for ideal might ne’er be real
©HeyHey 2013
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