What dreams do you dare dream now
with so many left behind unfinished
in that green land where you
first learned to close
your eyes?
What faces can you trust
as all the ones you once knew
are now falling away
like dust?
What fog do you wander through
when you are so
afraid to lose
for the very first time?
What eyes do you see with
as the land turns
from green to brown to red
beneath these borrowed wings?
What ending
(scratch that
13 years later
from youthful
sorrow
to middle aged wisdom...)
What beginning!
have you chosen
for yourself?
-Philadelphia to Los Angeles - 5/96 - 1/20/2010
