Worlds Wrapped 'Round

J. Scott Smith

In my mind's eye I see her
Through the lens of days upon years
And what I fail clearly see
Are the days upon nights of tears

Nights of pain and sorrow lost
Hidden mercifully now from view
Days of grief recalled no more
Entombed by vision wont to skew

This foolish heart misses beats
Imbued with feeling, devoid of truth
Lifts high my soul, and set thus
Imbrues itself with truths of youth

Then, so deceived, only by
Self, with no cause else to be found
I hold, too long, her embrace
For a moment our worlds wrapped 'round

May 2012
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