Prescience of quotidian enchantments:
The dreams one dreams ‘fore dawn.
Flowers, stars, sun, and moon,
Would seem form’laic were thee gone.
Thy face illumes the perfunctory tides,
Of apathy…, banality;
For if striven assiduously,
Smiles freely radiate from thee.
Myopically one cannot do much more,
Then love this deb’nair season.
For one dreams, hopes, and loves more,
Near thy beauty past all reason.
K. Aldaya, 2008
Serenity be ye more than a thought?
In conflicted days,
To find peace that is sought?
A light airy haze,
Where sparkling joy is wrought?
Joy be ye more than a laugh or a smile?
In soft happy lines,
Stretching forth in long miles,
Passing memory signs?
Belief fills bloods’ vials.
Joy-serene ye can be more than these dreams.
Believe the journey,
Is more than what it seems.
Past holds no guide key,
To life-roads your soul deems.
K. Aldaya, 2/28/05
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