Eyes open in the midst of darkness
Midnight thoughts awakening my senses
Where visions dance of living dreams
Of times gone by in moments it seems
Moment by moment time writes a part
In the plays of life as a true form of art
Sleep evades this wondering mind
Its never ending session of hope for human kind.
Teresa Davis
Friday, April 30, 2010
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