Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Flowers in our Hands

Flowers in our Hands

Sitting among the ashes
Of what was
Fooling ourselves 
To believe it is all still here 

Imagining the walls                           
And listening to them talk
Seeing their stories 
And trying to live them again

We are blind to what is growing 
Before our eyes 
Too focused on 
Charred flowers in our hands

We see the blossoms 
As they were
And desperately ignore 
What they haven't become 

Why do we waste 
Our time 
On fools dreams 
And fools eyes 

Why don't we stop 
Stop tricking ourselves 
Into being blind to 
What we know 

If we keep remembering 
Keep wanting 
We will foolishly 
Waste our powers 

~Lauren~