Tuesday, December 18, 2007 12:37 PM
dreams
are something so fragile, so delicate,
they can be crushed far more easily than
a withered rose petal. reduced
to a mere smattering of glass shards,
shards that had once caught the light of day and formed rainbows
out of the dark and grey.
why pin your hopes on the passing winds?
why throw caution away?
why follow the gods of passion?
is that flutter of heart able to withstand the onslaught of
the weapons of mortals,
mere mortals elevated to hallowed heights by life's never ending sums of
gain and loss.
view the gnarled and twisted branches
that have spread for ages,
from a time past,
from a distant paradigm.
a solitary soul, soldiering on in its quest
will i be able to approach with unfaltering steps
and whisper, "And that makes two of us"?
