We are spirits in a
chrysalis
Ephemeral as a dream,
Reaching out in
desperation
Touching shadows in a
stream.
Ever seeking true
communion
Barely stifling the
scream,
For the dread of
isolation
And the spaces in
between.
Building arches over
loneliness
From altars deep
inside
To the paradise we
squandered
In our arrogance and
pride.
And our only
consolation,
Every soul has wings
to fly
Out of cages through
the clouds
Above the sorrow and
the sigh.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2012.
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