by Holly H Dunne
That missing piece
in a golden haze
Drawing me to it
like a siren
at my fingertips
Just out of reach
Author's Note: gotta stop wasting tears on broken dreams.
Posted on 02/01/2005
Copyright © 2021 Holly H Dunne
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Sarah Graves on 02/07/05 at 07:40 PM|
Those dreams always seem to be out of reach, if something was different or if we were.. then maybe we would we able to reach them. Very universal ideas you hold here.. well done.
|Posted by Timothy Burns on 09/26/09 at 04:27 PM|
broken dreams can sometimes give birth to gems like this.