December 3, 2012


I stand on the shore
Where dreams crystallize
And throw my hope
Into the sea

I can stand no more
Telling myself lies
I cannot cope
This cannot be

I’ve been here before
Seen it with my eyes
But now I grope
At that filigree

I’ve waged my own war
Seen my own demise
My breadth and scope
My Nth degree

Now I’m much too sore
Much too tired to rise
I sit and mope
For poor old me

But I shut that door
And to my surprise
I find my hope
Waiting for me

1 comment:

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