In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. ~Robert Ingersoll
Dilema, agony, mystery, riddle!!!
Midnight, twilight, morning and middle!
Where are the passions braided from dreams??
Are they floating down rivers connecting heart streams??
Might they sink to the bottom, neath frosty dim waves?
Buried by sand in watery graves
Water-worn edges, marble smooth stone
Lost in indifference, to languish alone
Where are the dreams of the young and the old?
Of the meek and the wild, that never were told!
Up solid foundations that vanish thru air
Floating in limbo....till somebody cares