Which is Life?
by cricketjeff on August 21, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
A memory of love too long unknown;
Your questing lips unlocked the straining seams
That joined the past to futures still unsown.
How could I hope that you could still be real?
The single touch that turned the less to more.
Your fingertips would teach me how to feel,
Your poetry could teach the world to soar.
Yet I must choose to save my sanity,
But which is true, which is the way to win?
I can’t ignore the dreams that set me free,
Nor take away the world I’m living in.
The gift of life is just an empty box,
Inside or out? There is the paradox.
Another of those first lines that drift into my mind …