Friday, April 05, 2013



LANDSCAPES

A stroll anywhere can be a journey to wherever
you’ve always wanted to go... to see... to be.
It depends altogether on orientation and hope,
both gifts as wonderful as Prometheus’ fire
and just as likely to anger the gods of reason.

How sad to be tethered to circumstances,
so only birds of duty can come and feast
just enough to hurt but let living continue.
Hope is the necessary light that transforms
everything into a landscape made of dreams.











2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You dare to dream, my friend. They're magnificent. Liz

Anonymous said...

Thanks for more bark fantasies!
H.T.