It was a moment that seemed
Worth spending holding another
Magic is more magical
With another set of eyes
Sharing creative deceit for the first time
He only knew desolation
As a gray tone creeping in
Fearing void for its vastness
Inevitably wasted resource
He surmised
Might as well waste it with you
Lacking even any dewy eyed pretense
Togetherness bound them in wrought iron seams
One held high the sunset
As front of fulfilled dreams
Stable inventions sans integrity
Who’s to say
That they
Did not spend their lives
Better, to the fullest
To the fooled
danDAman 