A single thread
of hope versus disaster.
breaks and withers
and shadows all that gloom.
a doubled emotion
like an ecstatic current;
so no, please don't...

fading along with thoughts
and the waves of time;
add it up with this and that,
hands intertwined.

wishes and dreams
of pink and purple,
of yellows & greens;
a wide-opened eye
and a closed fist.
how can you ever embrace
that fate you've missed?

to stand underneath all that seeds
and speak of what may be;
who can tell my path
or the road's wrath?

prickly and improper;
it is what they say.
barefoot naked hereafter,
until then daresay,
no more.