I am of a lineage of fools
Dancing on the precipice we try
For star filled futures which elude us still
Just dancing on the hill
Waiting for a happier surprise
I am of a lineage of grief
Weeping in dark hallways
Like the ghosts of our own making
While inwardly we’re shaking
In our hope for peaceful days
I am of a lineage of night
Skulking in the darkness here
As though the shadows hold us close
Like babes in arms we’re loved the most
The moment that we disappear
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Hello Helen,
I liked this poem, so much contained in those three stanzas. That coffee table discussion is getting longer. For me the notion that we are trying to succeed in life and achieve some degree of success while we are alive is the thing that alludes us.That we have to die to attain the success we desire in life. What piece to begin my Sunday morning.
Wow, thank you!! Really appreciate your – as always – thoughtful comments! 🙂 🙂
Please keep writing wonderful things.
You really do write wonderfully, Sis! xxxx 🙂
Thanks so much dear Sis!! 🙂 🙂 xxx