There is Danger, Remember
Why are the crazy women always the beautiful ones? It confuses and saddens the eye and heart With her scrawling onto a wall her fears and an obsession That is not you But she still tantalize you with that golden slip and mysterious eyes Staring out into the abyss of space and political drama. But do we sit in fear awaiting an apocalypse? Do we still bemoan the fact that we lost someone whom we cared less about in presence? How about belittling each other or tearing down the building for the sake of it? (Mind you, destruction may be beautiful but only accompanied with a new creation) And do we choke off the beings of a higher plane? The plant has been withered away due to neglect and deliberate pollution (But do you see the crystalline caretakers giving a damn about it when it nothing for them) And now the teardrops can be seen coming from her eyes Her hand reaching out to the decaying botanical beauty to try to bring it back As if she has the power to make the people she loves return. And still, I wait.
Date of First Draft: 1 December 2000