A scale that leans. A balance that heavily tilts to one side. Spilling Toppled and unrepentant.
Dry leaves crackle - Floorboards creak - Gravel crunches - Underfoot. Trodden down - Ground - And grounded.
Dreams These things without f e a t h e r s Cannot fly - Merely lay - Merely Lie.
These dreams - Oh, these DREAMS! These hopes - Of what Might have been. These dreams These dreams These visions Of light and air Of soft and full Of love and blisses Of smiles and kisses! Grounded now. Ground down By the grind of life and time - By tears and fears - By words and deeds and tilting scales.
The scales that covered my eyes have fallen away and I clearly see - not how things could be But how they truly a r e.