These are the dreams that conspire
to crack open the vaults of Heaven,
these are the visions conceived by
lightning crash. These are the wonders
unfathomed by mortal reckoning,
these are the plumes of desire on
wings of fire, these are the drives
of will wrought in silver passion.
The day that wanders through the
courses of its every moment conceives
death and eternity at each passing
breath. There is none that can say
they never had the chance, though
the chance is sometimes fleeting and
disguised as ordinary. Do not believe
that time is governed by the clocks,
do not believe that beauty imagines
differently the beat of a heart. Life
is more than just a memory, even
if it has passed — experience being a
treasure bought with ignorance, and
clothed in wisdom, and worth more
than the day's wages. This is all we
have of this world, this morning:
climb, struggle, do, be: the chance
is never without the risk, but sweeter
done the smaller the chance may be.
me?!