Patchwork

The lessons learnt in dark places are made more clear by the light through yonder window
Dawn shatters the sky like a mosaic of dreams adrift on sunbeams and yesterday seems but a memory

Hard lessons leave their marks on my skin, but how could I refrain?
My heart bursts with the courage to make love known, I am one who loved not wisely, but too well

For you to be in shady cloister, not a peep
Out of sight
Passions dispersed by distance and time

The past remains a minefield of damned spots to be rid of, a lesson above all else: To thine own self be true
The course of love never did run smooth

A summer’s day begs no comparison, my only fear;
Wherefore art thou, Tomorrow

 

 

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