Answers, in the form of fire
tempered with desire,
leading me to places I
know I never should have
gone. In the half light of a
morning met with the regrets
and fears, I pretend not to see
how far I have fallen from
where I had began. Believing that
the past might someday be
undone I live on unaware that
all my dreams will soon forever
be undone.
David Blake
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afterglow-8/
