#WritcoPoemPrompt87
A new day, a new week,
Breathes your precious fragile spirit,
A new beginning, almost frightened to speak,
For it has magic virtues in it

I am enlightened by the bright lights from the stars above, they are highlighting my weak reactions. While I reschedule a connection. It's well nome, but many friends refuse to speak. How I look at her, when she turns her head, I smile after, she leaves. Shyly I turn away, nothing was mentioned, nothing meaningful said. It's funny, because, I hold volumes of romantic poetry in my head.Therefore I walk away in shame, remembering, I don't know her name. Another failed attempt. Many times looking in the mirror, I see sadness and dismay. Courageous I am not. Messages of faith seemingly I forgot. It's known I have strength inside deeply woven, into a weaker belief. When I see her from afar, I have much to say at a distance. However, when I get closer beautiful words are often missing. I am in love with her and I can't bear the constant pain. Many friends are praying for me, I feel so ashame. Sometimes when I am alone, my pillow, stained with desperate tears. My family ask my is there anything they can do. I smile a crooked smile. I walk away to hide alone. Then I say to myself, I truly love her, it like singing a lullaby, that isn't true. Believing forever.
© Daniel Mason