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By Ali Date: 2004 Jul 12 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.12.13.26.15280]] |
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An open book, for a modern age-- I am my heart, No more, no less. The sights of my soul Are meant to be seen, but truly-- Only the worthy may feel what I mean. And caught far between The tides of tomorrow and today, Hope simply waits, elusively Dreaming of one meaning or another-- A heartbeat can hold a myriad of meaning. And so you speak of games. A Queen, a Pawn--the dawn Of a new destiny, a test Against time. I don't recognize A reason to hold back anything-- I am what I am. And my heart Whispers of grace, a storm-tossed Trinket hidden in the fires Of a well-intentioned mystery-- And therefore, your curiosity Is all the more endearing. And so, if we cannot catch the sun, In the words of Marlowe, my dear, We, indeed, can make him run. |