"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The Near Side of Far

What is on the other side of the rainbow,
a colorful bridge between near and far?
Is it a land where a promise made is a promise kept?

Travel there is a conveyance of character
with truth as its  noble passenger,
a promise spoken its fuel.

It does give cause for reflection.
Is the land over the rainbow just fantasy,
or a place where my word is real?

Do I speak a promise with fingers crossed,
little half truths to appease for the moment,
or fail to keep a promise if it costs me too much?

Oh can I or will I travel over that bridge to far
where I will keep a promise no matter what it takes?
Or am I just living on the near side of far?


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