Pictures of you
are in my eyes
but the night cries.
Pictures in the night
sometimes bright
and I hold onto the fantasy.
But comes the dawn
and then I long for
the night scenes.
Pictures of you
are in my eyes
then comes
the sunrise
and back to reality.
Copyright © 1997 T. J. Daniels.
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