the summer melts to lift the cream.
in the soft caress that none about the stream.
and in the sadness the melodies waft to silent scream.
day for day, breath for bream.
bewildered soul taketh flight.
in the sleepless night , to ebb away the mares of the night.
this no obsession but a fateful expression, toiled.
by the screams and taunts of envious throng.
that laughter doeth, lace the song.
mockery at the rocous pain.
and at the relief on the angles embrace.
that cannot stand to see the teary face.
bitter mists in sweetened might.
they laugh even at my greater light.
at the end of the a desert is my hold.
then only a little is my blackened bold.
©Pat Connor
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