Having a dream to strive against anonymity,
blessed faces and tears of glass.
In combat against prosaic mundanity,
silhouettes of temerity come to pass.
Whispered thoughts of forgotten memories,
and fire can burn away the night clouds
The sky watches in ignorance yet cries,
cousin’d by wind and the rain upon a soul.
Lacking not the beauty stitched into the world,
wisps of smoke capture their eyed excuses.
Forgot, forget, forgo and merely let go.