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Sometimes I am Hope –
Weaving roseate, virile dreams in hoary, nebulous eyes
And heaving hearts, yearning for a fillip;
I play hide-and-seek with ennui, by the day
At night, I hum a plaintive lullaby of moth-eaten desires
Interred in the caverns of the infecund, impotent mind.
Sometimes I am Light –
Glinting off the Chardonnay in a crystal stein
Held by star-crossed lovers traipsing a parallel universe,
Immured within a prism of perennial passion;
Kissing the full-bodied, carmine lips of eternal youth, today
Only to be eclipsed by the penumbra of transience, tomorrow.
Sometimes I am a Star –
Tucking my pearly corners into the moire duvet
Of the onyx sky, one spark at a time —
A luminous metaphor for waxing wishes,
Until I explode on the milky way of destiny,
Sprinkling confetti of crushed novalunosis and half-kept promises.
I am a memory, I am a void,
I am a chuckle, I am a tear,
I am alchemy, I am kintsugi
I am here, there, everywhere –
A celebration of life, an inventory of scars!
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