I lost all my dreams
shattered in sharp silver slivers
that scatter in sighs
and hide behind fluttering eyelids
I died in my sleep
but when I awoke
I looked with sight that did not see through the illusion of you
My hopes were all used up
But with the tweezers of truth
I will pluck my scattered dreams
from injured eyes
and paste a new mosaic
of a life free from you

08/23/2003

Posted on 08/23/2003
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