Kaleidoscope (Audio Poem)

Standing on the corner of a forgotten dream

and the future,

We squint and peer long down the path

to a radiant, bustling, opportunity;

to an aszure, cheering hope--

Back the way we came, again

dawn-tinted tomorrow awaits.

Never here again,

and yet never quite able to leave

homes and childhood,

halls and haunts,

lessons and lesions of a varicolored past.

Ashen night come or the speckled, dewy morning,

the proverb still holds true:

"We never leave the home we love";

we only return

from time to time.

Gazing wide-eyed into the glass, we

imagine we peer into Providence,

but see only the kaleidoscope--

jeweled with our hopes

and mirrored with our past.