Monday, August 29, 2005

poetry submission

spend our lives building these dreams
piling up the broken pieces
that should instead have made us whole
always yet higher,
until the destination lies beyond any hope of reach
and the origin beyond conception
this is where we set our eyes
lest we see the depths in which we dwell
the truth beyond the reason,
the simple fact of its nature

call to me...
I still long to touch something real