Tarnished

Dreams follow us down each path tread
whilst children dream of flying free
as the ceiling falls away
to reveal blackest night and stars

other dreams tarnish in light of day
youth is vanquished and vanishes
revealing the harshness of life's littering
dreams hidden beneath its' debris

held in the ire of those who are
envious of those who dare to dream
tethered by a thread stronger
than the spider's woven web and
devoid of a destination

yet it is the ironic situation
they intuit themselves immersed in
as they observe fragments of memory
creeping closer a breath away

delivering the ultimate realization
they too have dreams longing to wake
thirsting for a heart to beat within
which has lain dormant too long
in youth not lost but sleeping

© December 2018 Renee Espriu

The Image Was Taken From Public Domain Pictures
& Created as Art

The fox follows her along the byway to reach untouched forests
those forests unfettered by time and pristine oceans devoid of human touch
and each time always she passes freeways littered with a garbage landscape
the fox glances at bottles and fast food wrappers collecting
on roads under construction on a continuum of future whys
where the smell of black tar invades with stinging and burning
she should be accustomed but wrinkles her nose in disgust
as does the fox now her shadow trusting she will reach a destination
not concrete and black asphalt now covering the richness of earth
and does she still hope windows rolled and closed will be enough
enough to keep her safe or will they be unable to block
out the constant drone of the noise of a civilized world
a world that is one built impinging on nature’s habitat
one adding insult to injury and becoming a macabre graveyard
to endangered species & the fox wonders if he will be next
but he cannot bring himself to let himself be absorbed
into track homes swallowing up citrus groves as the raccoons have done
stealing into the night to rob garbage cans of their next meal
this becoming an unnatural habitat as it has for bears and possum
and he feels oddly fortunate that tigers and lions do not live here
but he can still hear them all screaming in pain underpinned with sorrow
and the fox listens as he follows and always the level of noise increases
increases exponentially with every tree cut down and concrete poured
and the fox feels his shadow growing less as theirs becomes more
where claustrophobic habitats are multiplying housing for a rising populace
and the need to reach the forest to be able to stare in awe at the ocean
propels them down the road and she knows she is like the fox
and that no amount of polish will shine and bring it all back
to bring it back to a time delegated to past histories before her
before the fox became her shadow on a journey to find survival
the only solution being the ability of technology to merge with nature
to be a part of the answer in preserving the beauty here long before us
long before becoming tarnished goods in the midst of climate change
long before the fox became her shadow and she became the fox’s shade