Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2005-12-14 16:36:00

Parnassus

I admit it's been a while
Since we spoke, old friend.
I suppose, in all the days
And distances we never shared

We gained a little definition
And parted further
From the too-similar selves
We were.

But I will not regret that
Entropy.
That ballad is not in my blood.

There is so little that
Does not fade
That will not change

And the heart is not
The most constant of things.

Instead I will regret
And sigh for
This tiny rage we fell
At being so parted.

This fist-shaking
Knuckle-chewing
Anxiety at being
Beholden to the breezes
And the bells.

I thought we were bigger than that.
I hoped we would stand alone,
Perhaps believe in dignity.

But there is so little that does not fade.

There are so few successes
In the games we left unplayed.