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By wistful Date: 2001 Jun 04 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.04.21.52.13548]] |
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Muse of my musings Will I relapse into rapt contemplation Of administrivia and minutia of the moment Without the fresh air you swirl into the corners of my mind? My garden has fallen into disrepair before. Can the seeds of imagination and exploration That you've so casually sown, ever hope to flourish without your tender tending? Dulled senses, muted hopes, lowered expectations, These are the things that filled my days. Might I find the wellspring in myself To push, to grow, to challenge, to seek, to know To love, to leap, to fall, and to rise again undaunted Or was I simply basking in your reflected strength of soul? Maybe a brief flicker of your bright light was all I needed to awakening mine. Maybe your shouts of joy and life were what it took to recognize the cavernous, echoing walls of my own depths. Maybe I'm glimpsing my own potential glory reflected in those sky blue eyes and not just your oceans of passion and power. Maybe I'm strong enough to carry this torch alone until I find the one whose life I'll amplify, and who will heighten me besides. |