Tears of Spring

Exhilarating thoughts of delightful spring; Stars over-seeing the gluttonous few. Houses without families - Rotation of dreams; Simple plans repossed in different schemes. Terror throughout the land - Dreams, lost in the middle of the night, Fleeing the perimeter of reality. There is not absoluteness; There is not form. Lost souls in the dubious night of dismal curtains; Steadfast sinking devours lost souls. Lack of luster, in the great superflous divide, Swinging on loose hinges. Still, summoning fateful sanctioning and disspelling harmony, Songs in death's adoration. Hearing promises of humanity, And providing lacerations in my heart. Generosity of words on dusty shelves of ruins; Death pages to be read by blinded eyes. Realization is small in diameter; Sensational in unveiled dreams. Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 03:49 AM PST   0 • 1