Thoughts - 18/03/08

stuck on hold in a virtual existence,
sought after dreams wither away in distant streams,
lost along the rocky path of the elements,
shy and young with journeys waiting patiently,

tomorrow sends you further and further away from the truth,
hanging on to the eclipse of night,
recharging visions of the present endeavour,
for existing within the boundaries we seldom forget,
that our lustful hands unwillingly beset

reasoning with space in time, and time and again,
shifting into the impenetrable sublime,
climbing invisible walls to find love,
and we are left with cognitive breath,
found in every particle of existence

the delicate fascination of the unknown spurs paranoia,
a frowned upon sense of freedom and adventure,
a shallow view of the deeper pool,
opening with each solemn melody of wisdom;
a blossoming spark of light.

we glance to forget what we will not forgive,
but we forgive to glance at what we forget.