Someday

Dawn’s light pierced onyx veils

Spilling satin ’cross the skies

Purple pigment, mast and sails

Sparked grand illusions in my eyes

Light ascended at my back,

Like rings of gold, crowned diadem,

Sketching an image, dressed in black

With starlight, silver, threaded hem

The shadow of my substance

Lacking dimension, yet intact

Reflecting my existence

Absent shattered soul of cracks

Hope filled my broken heart

To see the someday future, meld

I traced the sunlight’s art

Proof of myself, whole, I’d beheld

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