Before my face, there it sits
An eye I must be missing
In all my haste, It will be missed
Those lips I won't be kissing
They say it's blind, through write and rhyme
Such desultory talk
All along the arms of time, a fool will find
The indomitable mock
Like blue skies, so debonair
To the blackavised night
Butterflies steal the air
Such a blessing in disguise
Anon we'll walk this plank
Sharks beneath our feet
Although our ship has sank
Fate has begun to speak
Dallas Shea Smith©
Summer '09
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