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Friday, June 7, 2013

Why do I pray?

Tell me why love, why do you pray?
For long I’m blind, but now it’s right:
I pray for dreams love, they won’t decay.

We have no rules, we don’t have to obey
When my hands meet for hope at night.
Tell me why love, why do you pray?

Ten years from now, far, far away,
Joy and purpose, I hope won’t fight.
I pray for dreams love, they won’t decay.

Now my eyes are shut tight, hear me say
That love is here for a woeful plight.
Tell me why love, why do you pray?

I pray for life won’t walk astray
As future draws closer, and the light.
I pray for dreams love, they won’t decay.

Alas, I only came from filthy, muddy clay.
You asked, my answers I’m not sure right:
Tell me why love, why do you pray?
I pray for dreams love, they won’t decay!

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I write this villanelle in response to John Summerville-Binks' Tell Me Why. He talked about lovers' dreams in his poem while I talked about my dreams in mine (selfishness, haha). I don't literally have an object of "love" in this poem, or even if there is, it is surely abstract.

Well, this is a product of the weather today. Rain just makes you think a lot of drama.

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