Thursday, February 02, 2006

Satisfied am I
Yet times it seems I'd sell my soul
For some sad carnie's vision ---
A look into my future.

And what I'd find? Some vision -
where what we see today
and all the things we might have seen
meld into the best
of all possible realities

yet then escape us

an easing into the full day
from the surreal glorious sunrise
the world remains

still pink around the edges

As if to remind us
those visions --- they were there.

1 comment:

Fionnix said...

Good work!!!! Great poem.

Rhi