Words

Words
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 10 December 2000

In a vague mist I seek security
Hiding in the shadows of ambiguity
I draw about myself a cloak of obscurity
Revealing as much as prudence will allow of me
And as little as words will betray of me

Romantic Dreams

Romantic Dreams
Warwick Allen
Sunday, 10 December 2000

Ah, the downfall of the romantic:
When fanciful dreaming strays far from reality
And returns with empty promises—
Gains that are really losses.

O, but what a refreshing tonic,
To fly on the wings of fantasy,
From time to time,
Uplifting for soul and mind.

But remember it's also good,
Or so I've found,
To keep at least one foot
On the ground.