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Dearest Soul Savant

As morning rises, I awake
Wishing to wake as another,
Born not to this likening
Yet here I stand.
A breath in time
Lifting steady-- 
World sorrows, upon my back.
A blip of an instant,
As a delicate gold chain
Breaks my heart.
Who for?
Ones I never have known.
Oh, poor creature of fate
I wish not to be!

As a spear driven
Through enemy hearts,
I too driven--
Fiercely with emotion.
Expresser of a world suppressed,
longing for ease of logic.
Level-headed Libra
Yet, merely a guise
Oh, indecisive mind.
Pulling, tugging, struggling--
Child in a candy store
Sugar heights
Hearts feather-light.
Sweet--now low,
Crashing cymbals
Hearts lead balloons.
As the wallowing willow
Bows to blustering winds.

Dearest companion sadness,
Writes invitation to seclusion.
Hey you!
Harbinger of passion--
Hope floats on your summits
Hey you!
Fabricated and formed
In pits of despair--
On lofty elevations.
Carry on!
You, lovely savant of the soul.


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For my dear friend, Samantha.

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