Cacoethes Scribendi
Faint glimmers - The most radiant, - of hope
Have transcended such a lackluster horizon,
And words of wonder have yet,
But yet again and with assent,
Escaped my lips for better bet.
For haven't all who wandered near,
And wondered here - despite the years -
And fought the tears beyond,
With a missive and a word
Had what they held most dear?
In silent awe, such scents deceive.
What raucous sights by touch alone
Have swindled love to show itself,
And tasted victory from the cups
of which the gods themselves did drink?
Hello, perfect daughter of the day.
Your sunshine rays did fall upon me,
And my greatest fear, most horrible
That all this - Remain to see - at but
A pass of your hand, might come from your lips.
And may I, can I, trust what I don't see?
A worthy way to wither to the years,
For - Whether love may shine upon me -
I still hold no bearing; I still am None.
This is yet another passing moment.
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