Sunday, January 23, 2005
When Worlds Collide
I stood alone,
briefly for a moment,
against the world,
behind illusions.
Such cruel fate,
when one crests,
yet never sees the rise,
or perhaps the rainbow,
or the pot of gold far yonder.
Then there it was,
beyond horizons,
across the stars,
plummetting and fumbling,
or was it merely me?
As i stumbled and tumbled,
into your arms,
into your world,
as the eternal sunset,
gives rise to a welcomed sunrise.
Posted by Jo