how brightly burns dawn's reality,
when life raises its ugly head
like a Hobbit's dragon and our
connections found, now forsaken;
destiny's child favored, now abandoned,
disappearing light leaving no trail
for an only child to follow and
brightly burning stars on cloudy nights
brings the rains instead, sowing seeds of doubt
that cannot flourish in barren soils;
the voices of our fathers talk only to each other
as Dutch uncles give more than advice
and the monotonous, pounding rain
washes away hope's future...
the quicksand of foreign lands
oftentimes swallows her visitors.
19May13
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