THE DECK OF MANY COLORS
    
and if perchance, or by choice
one strides the night
are you gambling away the light?
shadows, they play their hands as flowers do
and the deck of many colors
can take away morning's dew.

let the bright-eyed mist
of a far off love
be but scattered by drops of clarity
let the blood-red tide 
of scarring wounds
be but cleansed by tears of sunlight