DESPITE THE PROMISE OF THE GLOAMING
DESPITE THE PROMISE OF THE GLOAMING
Written By
David Steve Simon
I don’t fear the apocalypse
I fear that my daydreams
Will never burst open
Like the newborn mouths of sun nursing violets
On the very first day of spring.
I don’t fear darkness
I fear I will never again have
a drowsy pair of feet
search for mine
In the feathery valley of
The fallen night time duvet.
I don’t fear storms
I fear being battered by loneliness
I don’t fear the truth
I fear the person who will expose me to it
I don’t fear aging
I fear its consequences.
Which will turn me
From a hard pelting rain
Into a fine mist
Which will be forgotten
Despite the promise of the gloaming
Far, far away from
The never ending fields of violets.
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