Irony
Copyright (c) 1994, Tamara
All rights reserved


What would I do in days of old 
the nights unfold 
like misty magic memories 
The interplay of human light 
our souls take flight 
til death surrenders all. 
The spark within you shines again 
I think back and remember when 
you spilled your watercolors across the sky. 
Throughout my deepest, darkest days 
in wonderment, I stand amazed 
tis you who keeps me from despair. 
Where once I heard your blackened sighs 
a glimpse of intimate sacrifice 
Such irony is this! 
With a rush of light and laughter 
tis you I follow after 
into this playground of the night. 
 
Written 1/25/93  by Tamara   (c) 1993

