Where is real?

What is feigned?

Why live here in abstraction’s reign?




It sometimes seems a way to helm

This shaky ship to safer realms

And not confront those feelings deep

Except perhaps in dreams of sleep

For nothing that is ventured there

Will linger in this vale of tears

Or leave this soul upon the brink

To cry in yet another drink

And wishing for a better day

When risking all to finally say

With courage and conviction still

I loved you then and always will



copyright r.b.franklin 28/02/06



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