from the collection, Reflections: Personal Jigsaw Puzzle Pieces © 2001
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If an innocent man
Dreams that he is fallen,
And trudges through
Black lies of deceit
And betrayal;
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If he fancies himself
A murd’er on the run,
Deep in hiding –
Suspect, and trusting
Of no one;
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I ask you, when sunlight
Finds him deep within his
Fitful slumber,
And calls out for him
To awaken,
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And at last
He feels the morning
Upon his eyelids –
The song of birds
In his ears,
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Will he not awaken
To knowledge that he
Believed in illusions,
That his innocence
Remains unchanged?
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