the beginning was a serrated dawn
past and imaginations folded
like the creased edges of a paper fan
raindrops were not calculated trajectories
I had once forced upon myself
but a distant memory
unbeknownst to those who never look past
the tide of their vision
impressions pressed into our days
duties followed; marching to the beat of predecessors
yet the tide rolls in
forevermore relinquishing celestial pull
twilight falls with grievances long overdue
the water births it's friction
straying from wind's course
the end was a planate dusk
chimeric chances and futures rejoiced
like the musical notes of the breeze
the paper fan now blew
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 4:17 PM UTC
the beginning was a serrated dawn
past and imaginations folded
like the creased edges of a paper fan
raindrops were not calculated trajectories
I had once forced upon myself
but a distant memory
unbeknownst to those who never look past
the tide of their vision
impressions pressed into our days
duties followed; marching to the beat of predecessors
yet the tide rolls in
forevermore relinquishing celestial pull
twilight falls with grievances long overdue
the water births it's friction
straying from wind's course
the end was a planate dusk
chimeric chances and futures rejoiced
like the musical notes of the breeze
the paper fan now blew
©Aiden Crowe