Saturday, February 5, 2011

Daily Poem #87

#87

my dreams may vary
but my soul shall never.

far too many things
come my way
in times of need
or maybe nay.

the mind drifts
to invisible sea's
that we may only
have the key.

so is the same
on our way back.
although we may not need.

for the grasp
of life
may be what we need less of
in the darker days.

still left are we
with enormous amounts
of self,
never to stray.

and so must we cherish these,
souls of ours.

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