Friday, August 03, 2007

Nexus

Broken dreams –
bits of rubbish
sharp underfoot,
dried blood,
bruises that won’t heal.


Can tears ease the pain?
Can the dead ever rise?


Dare I venture
on a new path
uncluttered by
detritus from the past?

Dare I believe
that my next dream
will unfurl in loveliness
like butterflies’ wings?

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