The tethered halo
of dreams pursed on our lips
what may have come
in a passing moment of youth.
Say I,
who have felt the inadequacies
of fulfillment,
can only drag my fingers
down the wall,
the cold conrete kissing my skin
like days gone of childhood.
Piercing is the vision
the introspect of living
and mortality of our sleep.
Engage the stars,
and put to rest
the atonement which we all must face;
we have not lived
on the wings of angels,
we have not slept among the Gods.
copyright Nick Rice 2007
