The cold steel gazes upon the fragile flower,
losing its petals in the breezeless sun.
Twisted metal climbing to the clouds while ivy dies on the trellis,
masking darkness only with fleeting life.
Mortal made versus a once eternal beauty,
and man versus a gift that gave a thousand-fold before sunset.
Where there was no end, concrete was placed stealing the illusion
that we could plunge into the sky
and dance along the points of light
to beyond what we know.
We gave it up, sold out, and found a temporary peace with each other
amidst the noise of reality.
Yet when I am alone, under a fall frosted tree,
I remember the mystery and the mastery
of the magic of the unknown.
Kelly Rogers 