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Sunbeams

The sun beams its rays of light
Into an eerie fog of darkness.
Paving way for joy to dance its way
Into the shadows of night.

Surreal silence then decides to prey
On this joy, transforming it to fear.
The fog then morphs into faces of demons.
Dining in a feast of fright.

The sun beams again to disrupt the darkness
And chaos sets in.
The mind of joy enlivens into straws of hope.
Standing in a congregation singing.

"Rays of joy...rays of spoil.
Shine with colors that destroy.
Rays of joy, come restore.
Beams of hope and faith employ

To a heart so frail and thin
And a mind, timid and weak
Shine with grace so strong and heal
Open wounds and age long scars"

The sun beams now rays of hope.
Forming a rainbow in a desert of whispers.
Reality becomes a dream.
Blistering fantasies into the winds.

Then suddenly i wake into shards of loneliness
Beaten by the fray of a long lost bond.
The sun beams onto my face
As i look out to the window
Staring at nothing.

Hope becomes fragile.
Weak and thin, it struggles to live.
The life i wanted is blown into a life.
Strugging to find its meaning.

The sun beams again.
Radiating colors of hapiness on a skin
That has withstood the scorching heat of denial.
Shining with withered mercy.

Into an eerie fog of darkness
Paving way for joy to dance its way.
Into the beauty of dawn.

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