Within my graying eyes by F.L. Wolf

Within my graying eyes your shape did cast
a shadow ‘pon the fading heart of one
beleaguered man whose sorrow cannot be undone
yet warmth burrows betwixt the walls so strong and vast.
As silent as the wicked blooms spread and slid passed
I’m stricken by the song the flaxen tulips spun
I know to venture forth toward the petaled sun
will strike within and leave my forlorn heart aghast.
My mind pleads to stay the yearning quagmire
though spirits urge me forward to what I already know.
For one whose life is in control is free to choose
and face the consequences of immense desire,
Shall never be afraid to fail and thus forego
affection, and embrace the looming scythe to lose.



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