Thursday, July 22, 2010

This is the moment I have dreamed of
And like all dreams disappoints

Wishes bloom in moonlight
The dawn, no matter how soft

Burns away possibility –
The moment, irrevocable remains.

Still one is born of the other
Moment from the dream

And even the most unchangeable
            Has its seed

In the formless dark of desire.

Waking then does not  mean
The end of wishing

It is only the flower on the stalk
Pale and plain
            But fragrant

In endless abundance, noticed
Only when the sun in her insistence

Draws a shadow between the world
And its enduring disappearance

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