Morning Wind


Stopping for a moment, and watching the wind

Ruffle the swaying trees, mirroring

(my flowing heart) those dreams of mind,

Resurfaced memories and hopes, unrelenting.


Only, only then,

When the wind shatters

With those broken shards of colour,

Dragging precious but false hopes

Away into the sky,

Beyond reach.


April 23, 2006


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