For some among us your youth
is like the breath of roses.
Born anew into hopes and dreams
shining bright and new.
I stand struck by your beauty
as we pass on the street.
But like light, poured into the forms of being,
you will darken and corrode.
And in your innocence, the dreams you aspire to
will become your nightmares.
For what is within you
is deeper than your dreams
and this animal something is often
more than your mind of light.
gallagher
22Feb2018
Christchurch
— Copyright 1965-2018 by Dennis Gallagher —