Monday, January 30, 2012

Cold to the touch and awkwardly aloof
My unborn dream, the only fading proof
Of our fiery, momentous dance,
Of roaring forces set ablaze by chance.
We never have, we never will, are not -
This cruel knowledge has me in a knot,
My heart, between the dream and real world,
Unwilling to let go of what’s not told.
My dream once breathed, and I once loved and lived
The world was generous, and every day – a gift.
I’ll slip away to mourn what’s never been,
The touch, the word, the passion left unseen.

(c) Adele de Lellis

No comments:

Post a Comment