once silk flowers

                  wilt to the texture of old parchment

                                    as the glass of water begins to harden

 

a tree falls in the woods

                  and every day

                                    a crystal ball is dropped

 

childhood dreams build on

                  ;blind hope;

                                    slowly die and blend to

                  pessimistic expectations 

 

while freshly clipped grass gets

                  swept up by an angry gust of wind

                  as the verdant undertones

                                    of and old forest begin

                                                      to be replaced by the gray of stone

 

Aspirational desires die when

                  the leg gets broken

                                    when eyes fall out

 

                                    but seasons change and

                                                      black gives way to blue

                                    and satin rubs to a mirror gloss