There was a clarity to the moment,
sad but obviously true and as I gazed
unto the blue skies my thoughts
raced to you.
Trapped like a fly in a spiders web,
struggling to break free and surface
to get my breath.
The reality a doorway, truth a window
or two and I looked out one and the
other I walked on through.
I made my way through the darkness
as I saw the heavens blue and there
upon the clouds was reality and a dream
The truth brought an ache that I preferred
to deny as I envisioned a fantasy that
comforted heart, soul and mind.
Time was indeed passing and I held on
so long , dreaming of a paradise where
my soul belonged.
I didn't want to accept the years that
passed on by, but the truth lay in my
heart each and every time I cried.
I hate the game of chess
the ponds are expendable...
The conclusion is in the final script,
individually written and
dictated by choice.