Shattered dreams of yesterday
Pieces all around
The broken glass of promises
That still today confound

Where does one go in failure
To fix these broken dreams
No broken dream fixing shop
No magic thread to bind the seams

The shards still cut
This heart still deep
Still feels the pain
Of cliffs too steep

There once was a time
When the building was growing
Being a living stone
Unsure but relying on loving

Then the world came down
And the giving stopped
No rescuers came
As the building flopped

So in the end of brokenness
The hollow echoed halls
With empty dreams and promises
Graffitied on the walls

No great builder rebuilds
This place of fallen stone
Only shallowness resounds
Upon the windswept domes

Oh who can ressurect
Broken buildings of stone?
Who can bind with a mortar
That cannot be undone?

Uninhabited buildings
Are homes where no one lives
Desolate and useless
Castles for which no one strives

In the building formerly admired
The most beautiful part
Was the rainbow of glass
Need be broken at the start

12/30/2003

Author's Note: a conglomeration of thought pictures

Posted on 12/31/2003
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