the fairy-dust shimmer at the end of the road,
the lone tear of the mountain fox,
just now turning to leave.
The abandoned abode
where dreams reside,
the slumbering hope of a new world-- a new life,
the beautiful sun beam within the moonlight,
Someday do you think
we will finally grasp it? The strange
speck of decency as it dances,
faint pulse of the man in the coma?