A Fickle Dream I Once Had
A fickle dream I once had
Full of clowns and characters
Days of laughter and times of strife
But continuing still always.
The people in this illusion had
Nails of gold on fingers raw with work.
Smiles on faces lined with tears,
And legs with blue-veined flowers.
But they weren't lying, they weren't hiding.
Instead, they were showing themselves.
Transparent as glass, but without the glare.
They weren't lying, they were being real.
It wasn't trickery, this juxtaposition.
It wasn't a game or a guise.
Merely the truth
They were showing me.
They cried when laughing and
Laughed when crying.
They knew this dream they were in
Was rich in contradictions.
That's what made it rich, period.
The fact that they could live long lives
Laced with sorrow, still bearing fruit
Was what made it worthwhile.
1/16/02 11:04 AM
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