SNOWFLAKE

 

 Wish I was a snowflake....

floating amidst the sky.....

seeing all the world down here....

through lil snowflake eyes....

how wondrous to glimpse a view......

from way up high above....

alas....me only has the woods round me....

as if a grounded dove ~

 

visions born of chains that bind....

chains that keep my soul....

visions born of loves torment....

the dreams left.....untold ~

dreams are born right here....

....in loves lost lament....

souls deeply searching....

....so the tool of torment ~

for what....that this life had offered me...

all precious to behold....

and having holden them, ...what...

the dreams left untold....

in guises gray..... these chains brought me here....

uncovering within myself...

this treasure ~

or wasteland....

let each decide for himself....

 

If the chains that bind....

truly shackle thee....

bringing absolute derision ~

nay...perhaps...

just hold one long enough...

the soul herself...

embrace the vision.

                                                                   1/27/2001  (9pm) JG

and if......

one should catch it...

hold fast ~

tis your fate....

graciously,

coming in the darkest hour.....

                                                 the chains themselves.....

                                                                                          will break.  

 

J

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