Blossoms

Dreams take flight

on wings of white

above this night

of failure's fright.

Charging unto dawn

on chariots drawn

by steeds of bronze

along this path so long.

Destined to fall

when the curtain calls.

But I'd still rather crawl

than never move at all.

So til somber morning comes

we'll bang our lonely drums.

Just like dying leaves in autumn;

blazing, just once, like blossoms.