The curse of optimism
An absence.
Fraught sort of Feeling.
Words whirling, streaming, only to fall.
Down.
Down to jagged rocks.
Deep in the dark, it is too wet for a spark,
For fire.
The glowing warmth of fire.
Icy currents drown desire.
The dreams in these streams cause a torrent of hope.
Only to drop into a dark pool.
But a fool may see a waterfall.
