Cup of Possibilities

Lack of a two step plan
Leaves me with a lot of
Don’t just say it
Because you think it’s
What I want to hear
I crave what I know can exist
But have no evidence
Of such bliss
Just tiny fragments
Of assembly
Or mirror images sparkling
Like crystal shards that broke
And fell down from the frame
Of which they came
And then were somehow
Glued back together again
Onto the dress or the suit
Of an other
On a garment
That looks back at you
Like the stars do
Glimmering with
Desire and hope
A small favor
To ask from a big
Cup of possibilities

© GÄ