draft 2 of a poem i wrote...mmm...a month ago?
i was reminded of it the other night.
comments would be lovely!

fragile joy

part of me would love to take you
into my arms, my heart and my life
but i know myself far too well

i love you too honestly
to endanger you with my
flippant fluctuation
my treacherously enigmatic soul

how can i truly explain myself to you
if i can't even see clearly in myself
not who i am, but who i will be
tomorrow

i've hurt too many world-weary souls
now i can see the siren in myself
i will never sing for you
or draw you in on my silken line
and the innocent shall remain so

nothing is sadder than a cynic
who was once the most joyful and lighthearted of children

i have seen your glowing face uplifted to the sun
please promise me you'll keep this feeling close
for it may evaporate without a word
like mist before the footsteps of the dawn


this is, by the way, total evasion of my creative writing *assignment*, due monday, that i haven't started yet...ok, starting right now! :)