Actions Planned Are Never Completed
"Actions planned are never completed"
was the constant whisper of the snow
the falling snow that reflects
the falling tears slipping away from my soul
the expected day was never presented
it provided yet another day of flowers without their colors
another moon to weep away its sorrows
another lover left to dream of her unrequited love
my hope scurries in fear under a rug of memories
the threatening waves repeat the beat of my flaming heart
the flaming heart that longed for the day
for the falling snow to wash away every memory
my heart was adventurous, but my mind was careful
and in the mirror, I was met by a reflection of my own perception
but with these new eyes, this reflection was a cowar'ds dicision
and now, after my death,
I listen to the murmur of the falling leaves to my inexpensive heart