March 4th, 2010
The act that wishes
to give form to matter
From mind
All too dark in being
And light in promise
Turned red or dulled hue
In its unpassing
And uncanniness
to its presence found,
Ecstasy thought of in short supply.
By emotion to fancy
turned hope
then the hand,
the line
of disappointment
and realization,
Disney more prolific
Than the stars wished by
And the dreams come true.
The act is the utmost.
More than electrons
Down neural pathways,
And chemicals at the synapses,
When all members are frozen
Windows boarded
closed for the season,
It is a movement for perpetuation,
And for reality in spring colors.
