THE WRAITHS OF LOST DREAMS

The world is a juggernaut
of defloration and desolation,
in the grip of an intangible fist
breath is a vacuum,
the relentless wracking
obscures paths,
numbs emotions to notions,
and blinds the vision,
with only the occasional
gleaming peripheral glimpse of
the wraiths of lost dreams,
a vague yearning to remind us
of all we've let go,
of all we've given up,
of the burning in our
disconsolated and discontented
faded hearts.

August 27, 1999