About Fairy Tales

In the catholicity of shared emotions
I find I am lost, swept along
as a sand dollar rolled by the tides,
by the astonishingly contemporary
the seemingly transcendent realities
of the choice before;
wonderful or awful,
or awe-filled.
Caught between, "Once upon a time. . ."
and, ". . .happily ever after."
lie the technological advances
breeding loss of intimate connectivity,
this being the stuff of the story
I find myself in.
Where, "All for one. . ." soon morphs
to, ". . .once and for all."
the sum of my heroic efforts
fall short of legerdemain,
the unattainable ending
fading from sight
even as I discover
it's been poisoned by fairy tale.

Watching Helplessly

From a distance
helpless and unsure
seeing all disintegrate
that which was holy and pure,
he, not willing to be loved
but how he wished to be,
she not wishing to love
but how he really needs.