Tuesday, July 21, 2009
"Hope-ing in a shadow"
Day beckons in my world when the ball of fire rises
yet Day never comes.
In my world, - shadows abound -
humans have eyes of stone and hearts only of gold.
And then I ask:
Is life still worth living?
In my world, - time is created -
yet time is never enough measure of worth.
Dusk is but a shadow of my twilight,
always evading, always eluding
and never appearing.
But alas, are my eyes, too, darkened by shadows?
Although the earth has turned foul,
and the leaves are withered and weathered by savages,
the stem is still green and a tiny, almost unnoticable little bud
appears; and it is there.
Everytime I try to sink into the murk
wings soaking up fire from the sky pull me up.
And thus, I live to give this world another chance.
what we could have been, 7:07 PM.
