Impossibility
lends its charms best to
happiness
honesty --
to be completely is impossible.
Take you and I,
take the world we built and throw it out the window,
let it wither, leave it to parch in the sun
of what was once resplendent
in its beauty, in its hope.
To what do we owe the immensely human desire
to put up walls, constructing snares of refusal?
I have lost all desire to scale yours
any more that you do mine,
perhaps.
And yet -- remember -- the time
when mountains moved? When fingers searched
for a pulse in another, no matter how feeble,
and rejoiced in knowing
it was there?
Yet we dwell, we try, we hope that tomorrow will be better. And the distance will be much closer.
ReplyDeleteI don't know about distance. Aren't we the biggest hindrance to what we desire most for ourselves? But yes, here's hoping for better tomorrows. :)
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