Some days in this life
You must grasp the fond nettle of happenstance,
Whatever the risk of the sting.
Times wheel will turn regardless,
Witch-ever direction you choose
In this endless drifting pool.
Spread your comely wings,
Flutter where destiny beckons.
Take this fond gift of harmonious dreams,
And safely breathe, in soft dawn-lit meadows.
Or drown in the loss of maybes
A tomorrow the same as yesterday.
Fly across smooth scented waters,
Where a verdant valley waits,
Plush and pleasant all encompassing,
Where true spirit is uncompressed,
Contented on resplendent soft shores,
By this endless drifting pool.
21/10/08
Honorable mention
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