I saw a dancer, seductive
Trail-blazer, paint a picture
Of the future; in the future
There were silvered swans
Gliding the surfaces of mirrors,
Dragons spewing sunset
Into the sky. Later, the moon -
Distant dream-fellow, will rise
Above a plane of promises.
But the dancer tripped and fell,
I was reminded the stars are cruel
To reach with lesser fuel
Than is needed, imagined
Only in a dreamer's desperation
To depart an insensible nation.
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 5:15 AM UTC
I saw a dancer, seductive
Trail-blazer, paint a picture
Of the future; in the future
There were silvered swans
Gliding the surfaces of mirrors,
Dragons spewing sunset
Into the sky. Later, the moon -
Distant dream-fellow, will rise
Above a plane of promises.
But the dancer tripped and fell,
I was reminded the stars are cruel
To reach with lesser fuel
Than is needed, imagined
Only in a dreamer's desperation
To depart an insensible nation.
