Reality
We flail
beneath a starless sky
Lit with
bright dots burning
Sending wishes
high
But ours are
soggy
Weighed down
by reality
too close
for comfort
Flames lick
at our hands
Even as the
cold bites
them from
behind
To spite the
inevitable
With that priceless
determination
We shout ‘bring
it on’
Wind blows
Flame
flickers
Damp
dissolves
Our hopes
and our dreams
But with great
resolve
we send them
high with our
blazing hearts
soaring
Far from the
reach of reality
Emma Tobin
January 2013
Copyright:
Emma Tobin 2013
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