I have searched long for that love of all loves,
But it hastens not, though my winter's arrived
And leaves me desolate of every hope of warmth,
Comfort and a prospect of my name's immortality.
Nor will this elusive love reveal itself in my tiny dreams,
Allowing, at the very least, a gossamer of muted visions
That would elevate this worn and bitter man to a level of
Expanded vistas, kindling within flames of love's illusion ...
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Today, today, as with all those new days before,
I awoke from the sweet dreams of nocturnal
Flights of fancy, and that they should take
Me through the break of day, lifting me
Skyward, such a silly, ordinary thing.
A child at heart and full of hope, I took for the
Hill outside my perch and said a prayer to
Icarus that, perhaps, he should favor
My plea to enter, but carefully so,
That realm where he once was.
I bowed my head, spoke my heart, and cast
Eyes toward eternal sun and lifted off the
Earth that held me fast, but now gave
Release to this boy who would not
Be told what dreams cannot be.
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OOooh, these, too!!!