It seems you've come to expect
that somehow I should express
all the rage and the anger that flow
through these days that ought to be
composed of light

Even though you know
that this just isn't right
for in the darkness of the night
and days lived in the haze
of shadows formed

with all my senses reeling
I cannot get beyond
these feelings that you spawn
but for a moment just at dawn
when quiet reigns
or in the thunder and the rain
of autumn days

when it ought to be an interplay
of dark and light
of day and night
betwixt, between
the endless dreams
of love

? Michaelette ?

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