The Man I Might Have Been[1]

I wish I were the man I might have been, the one I sometimes see, hidden, deep inside of me, a diamond still too coarse to seem more than an aging lump of coal.

From simmering embers spouts of shining love for truth cast shadows of what might have been, haunting my sleep and prodding me onward, in the face of shadow dreams.

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[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Ocala, Florida, 1998; all rights reserved