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[bodytext] => His eyes filled with anticipation For the moment he'd dreamt of for years His gaze locked upon the clock For the time when no one would hear A child of ten years, his birthday edged near And a wish he gave all to fulfill A soul of no fears--his innocence clear And a night that would never sit still. His precious prize before his eyes --Two eyes so painfully joyed-- It's massive size adored in his sighs The liquid to fill up the void The clock rang 12 times, ticking and swinging So peaceful and fine; thinking and dreaming Reflective apparel and magnificent glint The child's eyes alit as abrasion of flint He was anxious to explore To see the unseen And to do that it took more --All things he'd never been and everything before-- The lights were all silent, the murmurs all dark He 'scaped to the shadows to fulfill his desire His young eyes were vibrant, his cheeky remarks He fled to the waters and the quaint little pyre The glint in the dark came aglow in the moon The smile wouldn't part with his new benison The eager proposal of a soul in full bloom And then came the river of crimson Amazing it was, amazingly strong His eyes couldn't leave its mild glow Intriguing it stayed, Intriguingly long His heart seemed to throb with its flow He splashed it about in exuberant glee But that soon seemed an action too great The time called for silence and divine memory As he entered realms none could relate Then slowly the light in the eyes fell asleep As fatigue took life out of pain A hand in the pool of the liquid arm deep And nothing could be the same "Good night, mom, I'll be right back I wanted to see heaven I'm sure that they'll all understand ...be back home before seven." ---Love, Jonathan D. Jou ~The Palatine Poet, Life, Dreams, and the Skies In Between. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 21 [informant] => EternitysLyre [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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