Twisted Wings

With twisted wings I faltered
My heart still beats thoughit's no longer whole.
To test the strength I have within
I danced upon the ice
and I fell through

A weathered, melancholy overture
keeps playing
corrupted by the passing of time.
A rusty, swinging gate of absolution
flies open to the floods of memory’s demise

If only I could reason with my thinking
instead of feeling everything within.
Then maybe I could pick up all the pieces
that broke when I found myself again

I've tripped upon the roots of complications.
I’ve dreamt of what my life could really be
if I could fly within this grand illusion
beside my dreams on tattered, twisted wings


written 10-19-03