Philosophical

can I climb once more your mountains of indecision 
linger in valleys of the turning winds, 
float among clouds of faltering promise 
as I listen for maybe the last time, 
of how we could be, one day 
when the moon turns dark red 
and you finally get off your ass 
and do something 
productive, 
creative 
courageous. 
in this land of enchanting scenes 
where the brave choose to reside 
and the weak fall flat under squeals of change 
tracks on the landscape 
of wilted charms 
languishing, 
filled with excuses 
of yesterday’s dreams … 
(2.23.08)

Yesterday's Reverie