Sometimes

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Sometimes

When my sky has turned black

And I’m traffic jammed in a cul de sac

A kind soul unexpectedly walks by

Smiles fondly at me, and gently wipes my tears dry

 

Sometimes

With a soft velvet word

Or a sign that I’ve been heard

A moment in time, yields the most treasured prize

Where captive souls release into ethereal-lit skies

 

Sometimes

A rare mystery unfolds that escapes definition

It cannot confine to rules, elusive to recognition

It’s just a profound knowing between strangers

Invisibly drawn into a time capsule of exchanges

 

Sometimes

I’m just a dreamer, looking at life with chimerical lenses

Trying to see behind and beyond the white picket fences

Surely there is more to the plain vanilla of our years

More to a world that is ever governed by squandered fears.

 

 

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