This is second of the five poems submitted by Jason last month. Please feel free to e-mail your comments about these poems. - poetheart 08/10/02
My gaze in the mirror
The glass shatters my voice breaks.
Tiny shards that slice my hopes away.
In the moment that landslide happens
In the moment glass breaks in a window-pane
And the room grows dark and the morning turns razor sharp
The world becomes a hive of generosity
The world breaks and bubbles over with love.
How thin is this moment we accept in our hearts
With the blunt end of our hopes?
We dream of waterfalls in sleep to quench our desires
Bathing our dreams with an answer yielding no more questions
Flooding our minds.
by Jason Visconti