It can be a cold world.
I don’t have to tell you
that. We know this.
Events, people, places
can stop us in our tracks.
It can get chilly. Life can
freeze almost all things:
just not time. Not this
time. We must carry
the warmth needed
to keep us heated.
We must survive this
snowstorm that keeps
most frozen. Pedals
from your frozen roses
remind me to find truth –
to remain warm: alive.
Your frozen roses remind
me to search and find
love I have left behind.
We are boxed in from the day we begin.
Living in exhibits created by others.
We are boxed in, both ladies and men.
It is the same for both fathers and mothers.
The one track mind stays on repeat
and no one seems to change the song.
We tried so hard to move our feet
but we failed to leave our seat.
Visions.
Painted and created in a mind
Built to reveal its true course.
Delicate in space and time
But powerful in force.
Visions.
Created to cover old tracks
That unwillingly occurred.
Built from the cracks
Never seen or heard.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 