Saturday, November 27, 2010

The abandoned

The dial of time turns slowly round
like the abandoned turn again
to face the world of men
as warriors and labourers,
peacemakers, lovers, friends,
and stand upon a pedestal
as beautiful dream makers.

It’s always the abandoned
that must carve a better end
and create the new improved
to overlay the old.

And the abandoned dream
of the better and the best
and thereby expunge
the, oh, so plaintiff cries
of the now ill-fated.

Dream on, I say, like I do
for all dreams are fashioned, made,
to set down grooves and channels
for the holding and directing
of life-force energies.

And who’s the fairest of them all,
the seedy, sleazy, strings
of the same old, same old,
or the boundless potential
of the forever beautiful
dream makers of the world?

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