Plans
My plans
Like finest sands
Slipped through my hands.
Trips
Emotional clips
From our film unmade.
Died in agony
Where they layed.
In limbo
In the shade
- Of our sun
That never shone.
What isn't here
Is surely gone.
Our plans
Like silver gossamer strands
From Aphrodite's hair.
Glittered in wizards hands
With magic everywhere.
Frittered by twist of fate
As dangerous moonlight lay in wait.
Our spell was broken
I was awoken
Drifting out to sea.
Alone
Just my map and me.
In that mist of tranquility.
That tied my hands.
There died my plans
That were never meant to be.
poem by Kevin East
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