dreams so fragile
mere molecules of dust
floating amid infinite doubt
hope so brittle
spun like blown glass
shimmering vulnerably
promise so surreal
sprouting from ashy soil
watered with many tears

dreams so fragile
mere molecules of dust
floating amid infinite doubt
hope so brittle
spun like blown glass
shimmering vulnerably
promise so surreal
sprouting from ashy soil
watered with many tears
Broken
Scattered life bits
Laying
Ungathered
Between dream and reality
Why
Three little letters
Sitting
Unspoken
Between me and heaven
Faith
Trusting through pain
Waiting
Unanswered
Between now and then
The darkness comes
with teeth and knives
I’m hounded by a dream
Chasing, swirling, whirling night
Deeper, harder, plunging faster
Torn by rabid black
Frantic now
the walls are slick
No doors or windows here
Can’t breathe
Can’t speak
Or whisper here
No sound escapes
This place
The child in me awakes
My trust blooms once again
Tentatively
I reach out my toes
And dip them in the water
Age is a sly old stranger
who comes at the close of the day
Age is a regular charmer
who begs to come and stay
Age is like the furniture
you know him like your stairs
Age is a sly old stranger
he’ll catch you unawares