Time for Acceptance.
There is time for patience by the stream
of legends when fishing for a dream.
To see the reflection of undulating faces,
of those who can no longer cry, sad
eyes that wish to sit by the stream and
dream just once more.
Released from the shackles of their past
they are yesterdays leaves and from
the soil a dirge arises and the wind sighs
for those who can no longer feel its caress;
star dust of sorrow laments the passing
of sightless souls
From infancy and onwards remembered
faces are masks which never told their
stories and never had their wishes
fulfilled. So sit by the river of legends
fish for future dreams and let the breeze
whisper you a golden fable.