One last look, the fading of dreams come morning
dissipates in the light where shadows forming
at night bring fears- not enough time to learn
the meaning, things past, holding on to the yearn
of new love, and a touch, and a kiss, and goodbyes.
One last look, understanding the truth behind lies
reflected an image conceived in the darkness
for in blindness, closed eyes can bring sharpness
to the heart, to the mind of a tired old soul.
Once was young, now I’m old, sometimes cold
wraps the heart stripping hope for new day
when my dreams slowly fade and won’t stay.
One last look, for the love always hide in plain sight
blindness set on a distance, nights incite,
lost in dreams dissipating in light.