A hand of fog

Some winning hands after
when the passage of time disappears
from my fingertips
I will choose this day,
If it remains,
Among myriad forgotten mysteries,
keeper of secrets, as a bookend.

But If I lose today,
Through the hollow faith of a lost dreamer,
I shall also lose the entrance to all that has passed.

Unwilling to play.
I leave this thought in your merry hands.
And float forever in a quest.


7/4/2006 11:05 AM - First Posted