The infant

Morbidity eludes
The wondrous expression
Untouched by worldly woes

Minute clumsy fingers
Wound in a tiny fist
Grasping the world within

Imprisoned in our lives
Hopeless in our dreams
Stagnant in our thoughts
We stand miles apart

But distance collapses
The burdens evaporate
As we draw closer to
That toothless smile.

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Black are the dreams that pierce

The grey shroud of sleep

Drenched is the pristine pillow

Through which the tears seep.

Faces marauding the pensive mind

Some smiling, some stark

Snatches of time that shaped my life

Penetrating through the dark.

At the murky night sky I stare

Searching among the stars

Beyond their twinkling facade

Is it where the departed are?