I have spent a lifetime in a moment,
Crafting mystic, silver dreams
Of justice, love and truth.
But became caught
In the spiraled web of what
Awakened, ripped from thoughts
Of silken wishes and whispered hopes,
I floated, tethered only
By a satin strand
Of imagination, all illusion.
The loom’s depth was deceiving;
The seams unraveled slowly but surely.
Unaware of the gossamer nature
Of the bindings, I ached to create
Something real from spun air.
Yet, still I dream of courage,
To weave flickering lines of light
Against the shadows of stolen desire.
I mark the time, as if this soul’s tapestry
Could turn the silvered fire to gold.
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2007