Reprise
Desolate dreams die in despair
making room for fresher air.
Far to easy to be down,
I had not noticed higher ground.
But there it was within my embrace
a kinder, gentler, quiet place.
I might have seized it had I not
been so tired and forgot
that within my heart there lies
a deep desire for reprise.
Written 12/21/92
Copyright 1992 RFA
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