Ebb and Flow (a poem)

Liquid flow of dreams and wishes

washed upon a silent shore.

Underneath the silver moonlight

sparkles dance through an open door.

“Are you awake?” They ask

and laugh when they are ignored.

“Silly human!” They sing and leap

and tease the tangles from your mind.

Your eyes are opened and you behold

the size of your folly, the shine of false gold.

“Damn you!” Some humans will cry

and shake their fists at the sky.

“I didn’t ask to see, to feel, to hear.

Take it away! Take it away!”

But others will whisper with eyes full of light,

“Thank you, thank you!” and go on their way to do what they might.

Blind or seeing, which one do you choose?

Either brings darkness, either brings fear.

Take some time, but not too long,

Hope lives in one, you have much to lose.

(Photo source: Tahereh Mafi)

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  1. #1 by InsideJourneys on February 1, 2012 - 11:11 am

    Hope does live in one. – Glass half full/half empty, eh?
    Beautiful poem, Celia.

  2. #3 by Harnett-Hargrove on February 2, 2012 - 10:33 pm

    Ah, the human condition. -J

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