Conscious liquid of radiant light
flows through my soul with
exquisite delight.
Fever mounting, hopes ascending
will this day be never ending.
Boxed in the mind, with frigid fears
hollowed legs, bring me to tears.
Darkened days, and empty nights
feed the self, with scary frights.
Sunlight freeing anguished thought
if only courage could be bought.
Starry nights and a waning moon
reawaken a melody, a cheery tune.
Rising hopes carry me aloft
hope my landing will be soft.
Warmest regards Michael.
kirkpatrickmichael17@gmail.com
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