Monday, December 15, 2014

If I Had a Hammer

"But I'm as priceless as the brass ring
That lost the heat from your hand."

As I let my senses awash in those soothing, familiar cadences, I was reminded of an old feeling. Every little while, as endless thought and revision are forever dispatched in favour of simply being, life seems worth it after all. As long as there is time, I remember thinking once, there is hope. But, sometimes you know your fate is sealed -- as I was ensconced in that mellifluous melody, the conductor's hands gesturing the way to heaven, the dream was suddenly ended when the hand brushed against the table, and an accompanying metallic clink reminded me that I belong here on earth, for evermore.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Parade's End

Whatever lies beyond the rainbow I thought I saw then, I doubt I'll ever see it now.