HIS intence stare gradually
dissolved into tears. tears,!
dripping off his cheeks. tears,!
washing his hands. tears,! cleaning
the heart. tears,! giving him strengh
to fly again.
HE stands up only to fix his tie,
then takes a deep breath and
starts to fly again.
HIS intence stare begines to fade,
and in its place,
a sun,
a moon,
and real hope.
david gerardino
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/begines-to-fade/
