In whispers soft, shadows creep,
Dolorous days, the depths of sleep,
Mythic tales of derring-do
Seize the day, no foreboding thrall,
For here am I, standing tall.

Carpe Diem is all we know
In fading light or flurried snow
If I can  just hold on, hold on tight,
Will life's journey lend me light?

I dance where sunbeams gleam,
Sparkle like dust motes in my dream,
Bounce off the twinkling water of the stream,
And know that all that is, is not as it seems. 

Dark days fade in a lifting sky
Warmth is nestled in the eye,
Laughter springs, dolorous days fade
As certain as the grave decays. 

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