Blur

I rub my weary eyes, after a night of life
I see all of my past in blur, the colors combining
Like a Monet, unfocused and unclear
I see a smile, and feel a touch
I feel close to my future
Running briskly from my past

Clearly and without question
I have found a reason to believe
To see clearly into my future
My love, that I have come to cherish
My Life, that I have come to enjoy

© 1998, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved