Poetry

Poem Introduction
Things don't always go the way we would like. Surveying the wreckage leads one to wonder.

A Wakened Or Sleeping Thing 

	Is love a wakened or a sleeping thing?
		must one always be alert avoiding things that pain and hurt or can it be left on its own
	And savored in a carefree calm   Is love a wakened or a sleeping thing?
		does it bury its dead with ceremony or leave them to die in agony or can it be thought to last forever
	And lived in as a utopia   Is love a wakened or a sleeping thing?
		will it slip away if left unguarded leaving those behind brokenhearted or is it like a summer breeze
	That only lulls then winds again