If I had a dream, I’d dream
I am still, silent as the night.
Dawn’s always approaching;
it comes 'round with a life
too fast to be seen, heard, or felt.
And living has become a frill –
for those who don’t do
And regret looks on
from a not too distant future,
wagging its finger in caution.
I want to live for moments;
but there are moments
which stalk the memory –
replaying like viral images –
and there are those which vanish.
The vanishing sort,
are the ones I wish I could keep;
but it has never been up to me.
I want to believe that time is an illusion –
a momentary ill that can be cured.
I want to taste this bitter sweet world,
and feel comfort in the calm
of a life lived on my terms.
© 2013 Helena Malheur