| 26th The 25th, a blazing red comet chasing night. The figure solely in the minds of trusting children. I slept soundly too. Eyes and ears unopened to the real sounds of the night. Clad in commercials the truth lost, I stand amazed Happiness comes over me as my eyes reveal the night’s secret Colors and eloquently wrapped ribbons. Understanding what it was, Was a rug pulled from under me. A breakfast feast tops our happy morning. Taken for granted As was my trust. His façade much better than loneliness today. |