Harvesting the Ephemeral
Thursday November 18, 2004
Tangled in Earth ... in Poetry
dazed to find ourselves tangled in earth
when the memories of our wings
collecting drops of the sunlit clouds
in the bright blue aching sky
as we blazed our confidence
are still fresh and fragrant
theories of the causes and who's to blame
fire like roman candles
in our brooding heads
and as we stare at the scrapes and bruises
we wonder
are we the only ones
were we really the only ones
to pluck the dreams from sleepy eyes
and hold them aloft for all to see
our private gems catching the gleam of the rising sun
learning to fly, before we learned to lie
learning to smile, before we discovered jealousy
