Kevin Michael Bloor

A Day in the Life

At dawn, a dreamer dreams so clearly,

so calmly and so cavalierly;

beholds a blazing star

bring glory from afar.


At noon, as day drags on all dreary;

his heart now aches and eyes grow weary;

he walks the lonely sand

where he first held her hand.


At twilight, treading oh so sadly,

he wanders where he missed her madly;

by solitary well

lays down like empty shell.


At dusk, his dream is damned by duty;

his star, once radiating beauty,

is fading in the east,

day dies and dreaming’s ceased.


At night, he dreams her back to living;

her faithlessness needs no forgiving;

her mentors share the shame;

she’s not the one to blame.



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  • Goldfinch60

    Good loving write Kevin.


  • orchidee

    Good write Kevin.

  • L. B. Mek

    I can only reiterate how beautiful your words read - to your audience here on mps,
    I can't imagine how the person they're dedicated-to, must feel..
    a great write!

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