Monday, January 28, 2008

...

it's not just a sweet desire,
but an earnest longing ...

the end is nigh,
happiness willing ...

but the mind fails to decipher,
this, that and the other ...

happiness sails by,
a fleeting memory,

a kindling,
a possibility,

a possibile reality,
now a distant dream ...

just one,
one, none the less ...

1 comment:

Me said...

We weep for that which we may never lose.

You have given me my sweetest and most precious compliment to date…Thank you :)

Where has Styrofoam Blues gone?