The Way We Dream

Beautiful disaster.
Let it come.
It rains down in delirium.
With starstruck eyes she makes her stay
and sees the faces gone astray.
Her thought provoke such memories
of times when life resembled:
these tears, these agonies, these melodies,
so potent running through her dreams.
But as she grew she came to know
that with her hands she'd finally show
the way to paint the unbound stars,
and heal these unintended scars.
With elegies so blunt as these she plays the final part.
To live with time so beautifully disastrous in its art.

-Belief IS, July 2008