surface tension holds
all things still stopping
keeps away the fall
places beneath
where hidden fervor
reflects all the longing
gliding through the
cool shades of you

from the distance
shadows cast
form ghostly images
across the walls
corridors line
the landscape
a maze of choice
with the coming
certainty changing
of the guards
surrendering
tomorrow’s prosperity
so that with the
generations
passes
all your joy
in his little smile
all your hope
in his little hands.