Lucy

betrayal, that is the knife

digging into me

you see not

when hope is a mirage

and gold is real.

what a lie, what a festive season

of laughter for

a castle built on ” “

dare i say,

i was wrong,

to admit that gold was always stronger

than this faint pulsing

of my heart

wanting what cannot be?

to live long, to serve well,

to be meaningful in all ways

and then to be spat on!

how my world shatters,

when gold beckons

rats obey, all obey

save those who hold on

to what cannot be.

clouds, clouds

and who is walking on cloud?

when paradigms change,

in death and life,

of angels and humans

echoes … …

such silence

i can not bear.

and still i feel.