Form: Cyclic Quintilla
Tomorrow, today's smile will fade
And die within yesterday's shade;
The past can hold no real delight
It mocks the sun upon the night
For time must travel unafraid.
The blue skies seem so boldly bright
When hearts are proud and know no fright
Yet when night comes and darkness falls
It is then we must have the balls
To look beyond the fading light.
In the darkness a dream recalls
The painful times of building walls
That barricade the senses in
Then hold us back as thoughts begin
To see the place an angel falls.
How lost are we of shallow skin
Who dare not let our senses spin?
But life is not a masquerade,
If we should let our dreams persuade
The thoughts of loss that they can win