February 4, 2015 poetry 0

It’s only when you have it all that you realize

Our love, our lives, our happiness, our wealth

Rest upon circumstance as thin as filament

Woven a bit but still so fine

It’s why we strive constantly

It’s why we share our magnetic charge with success

The cold night moon is all that lights our path

Beyond the trees what dangers lie?

We can only console loss

And live each day as though the filaments are ready to give



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