I.
They walked long lines, sang songs of times
when dreams were ever real,
upon the face of time and space
where whispers walked surreal.
He clasped her hand to help him stand--
took courage to behold,
until those years of angst and tears
begged justly to be told.
And so she came to know his name,
touched friendship...maybe more...
she touched his soul and made him whole--
she healed his broken core.
Yet wild winds blew and so he flew
away from nurture's balm,
to find new dreams in fraying seams--
false pride within pain's palm.
Now lone he stands on far-off lands
awaiting life's regrets
to suck his worth back through the earth,
to pay for his neglect.
II.
She stretched wide her eyes
to the size of her shoes,
as bereavement blew whispers
through cold-hearted tunes
and she aired her disgraces
'cross past's faces and backs,
attacking truth's temerity
as his dye remained cast...
so she sutured surrealty
to the lip of lust's loss;
to curl in hurt's inferno
of miscontent and mistrust--
yet words remained stilled,
as will waited in vain...
for redemption to render
her sanity...insane.
III.
Feet furrowed the fortunes of freedom's fate
while destiny dared a coward to breathe
and luck gave him lungs that learned only love,
as waters of ignorance white-washed woes.
Both embraced etched echoes of loss and life,
as cost cast its conscience with baited tread
and dread dragged sagging wills, till land loomed light
and sight sought mere blindness to hide behind.
Cruelty clutched at cotton caresses,
wrenching his wrongs through an innocent's sigh
and she wept as she sank...and sink she did,
while he strode ever on from mem'ry's muse...
Now the death of dreams he once dared to have,
survive to rise upwards...with worth, at last.
Gold trophy winner
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