Answers, in the form of fire <br />tempered with desire, <br />leading me to places I <br />know I never should have <br />gone. In the half light of a <br />morning met with the regrets <br />and fears, I pretend not to see <br />how far I have fallen from <br />where I had began. Believing that <br />the past might someday be <br />undone I live on unaware that <br />all my dreams will soon forever <br />be undone.<br /><br />David Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afterglow-8/
