To gambade onto the tracks

If you enshrine the first faux pas,

If you exonerate the capricious singleton.

Perhaps a fortune of happiness hides,

within an inarticulateness way.   

The paracusia of the haunting melody once heard,

the dampened feet of the walk to waters edge.

I once promised to gambade onto the tracks,

an oncoming unknown of wreckage or bliss.

The mirage of it all, or was it the infallibility I was blinded by.

The collision of the sunlight as it pierced my eyes, 

blocked by one step forward from a careful soul.

The covering of an absent form, 

I am safe and I am adored.

Margaret Marie Hubbard 

Jan 2012

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[Moflo]

I love the imagery in this piece!