Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Choices present themselves
in the shape of colours,
always changing, always merging,
always losing the essence of what they stood for.
Wanting flowers, choosing diamonds,
wanting depth, choosing air,
wanting kisses, choosing touch,
wanting everything, choosing nothing.
Call this day to its end
call this stone a heart,
call this sail a wave,
call this fall a disgrace
Blame the footprints left before,
blame the fortress built in the night,
blame the solitude of time
blame the dying light flickering again
Whatever you do,
choose your ruin,
choose your blooms,
without restraint and regret
knowing they are your own.
I have suffered for mine
I have lived and loved for mine
Never once looking back to see
what I didn't choose instead.