somewhere, once across the great pathing stones
life's bridge will be met
where the cool streams attempt to meet their
fated breeze
as the older silences vow never to forget
the purity in fear will quake to know
what 'The Thaw Of Forbiddance ' really means
this air templed place unmentioned until now
continues to dwell unnoticed in the cloaked
wings of each his most haunted dream
nightmares grow to the thousands to forfeit
their transparent promise and prevail
while how it really should be, fades into
memory's murky mist
where all may indeed accomplish so much
only to in the end quite miserably fail
so tender fantasy take note
as your sister, the dream sets sail
though her hopes and breath are now only blue
from the angry winter's unimpressed gale
her courage is still steep
as many will stand to listen and lunge to
recount her quite the clever tattler's tale
that being
a blessing in disguise is not always indeed
such a blessing
just the same to some
it is merely yet another hindering facade
whose mask is much too frail
but who really are we to deny what has already
been done
after all when the boat starts to leak
eventually everyone has to help bail
to the very end God will give us all his own
last hope
until there are none..............
(July 31, 1995)