I once saw angels in darkened, unhallowed halls
A thousand promises written across brightly coloured walls
The splendour of youth splashed upon pages passed
Now youth flung asunder upon the rocks of adulthood, dashed
The winding turret staircases and ivy covered trellises
The towering mountains and vivid green fields
A brilliance once glowed behind these breathless eyes
Each cloud took a shape as it moved on my pastel palette
I once touched heaven
Standing in the middle of my own storybook
Holding desperately to the words in each hand
I stomp and cause the period to end
I strike the question with an exclamation
Do not slam these covers shut
The final page has not been written
My ink stained prayers can attest
Although I may not be able to rewrite
Each blank page
Is hope
-j.g.smith (05/18/07)
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