Dave's Cave

Musings from within the Den

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Twelve Lines for Distant Lights
I am tantalized by possibility
Enthralled by potential
A happy fool for inevitable unlikelihoods

My mind projects a thousand thousand rays into the future
Enraptured by the glitter of a handful of reflected glories
Oblivious to the missed shots that scatter into the void

My heart ascends on fluttering Lunar wings
Transfixed by embers that call to me from afar
What thing so bright and beautiful could ever burn me?

Passions long left to slumber burn anew
How long have I been dreaming?
Will I feel joy or sorrow upon awakening?

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