Shiva

Certain cynical possibilities

Lead to raging invisibilities,

Saddened tragedies, your responsibilities & their hostilities - Expectations fall and

you're left with sudden realizations -

Something grey,

You dreamt of silver,

Something copper;

You touched gold.

But don't you remember?

Nothing gold can stay .

Everything once beautiful, its beauty fades away.

And in that sense, much to your dismay,

Hope itself vanished and taken away...



The dance within you has been betrayed.

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"Everything once beautiful, its beauty fades away"

Yeah, true. We must look for a different kind of beauty ... one which we need not own, but which we can still cherish. A beauty of spirit and soul ... I gotta think about this one.

Enjoyed your poem, Genevieve.

Ken