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.
"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
My Secret River