denial .

setting sun

rising moon

full of promises yet to be kept
unknown to the naked eye of the horizon
warmth of the sand caressing the fingertips of your soul

flowing stream
ready to sweep you up
at the signal of your faltering heart beat
swept away into a pool of despair

final destination
beholding the vast dreams
of your wavering mind

and the fingertips of your soul
become the soles of your feet
unwilling in all their misery to welcome
the happiness of the paths yet to come