IdealsI’m sick of being wise Of saying something deep, Opening the world to Dry possibility,Ideals
I’m no poet.
My delusions of purpose Leave me cold and open, Dispirit dreams Penned in another’s hand My only gospels.
I’ve fallen from imagined grace Only to find that my wings Were sugar-paned,
Now I feel dead and
gauzy eyed, On my suddenly flat Earth.
Unfair ComparisonUnfair ComparisonUnfair Comparison
It’s hard to believe in magic on days like today. hard to believe that anyone like me could ever hope to have a hand in this, the rays of the sun between the trees the icy wind, bending back the hair on my arm as I drive, greens and blues like silk on my senses until I slip, and turn that breeze to your hand, never catching my fingers as they spread to tangle yours, and the day begins to turn to you before I remind myself I don’t believe in magic, and that you are just a passing breeze, cold and fleeting and far to shy to rule an autumn day.
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