Tuesday, February 06, 2007
- 12:28 am
one
so we learn to burn
in rhymes and reasons
for our own fears;
give me your tears.
so we perish to cherish
the memories in monochrome
that lie hidden from the past;
they were the last.
do you dare to bear
the sufferent stare
of baleful humankind?
or would you hope to grope
through trouble and toil;
to realise- it is blind?
do you want to enchant
a world of woe,
of sorrow, misery?
lift us, to glory.
yet we die to fly
to heaven and high
and reach for what was gone;
and there was one.
fin
hit the stars
