I found an old piece of me
I found an old memory
Standing silently by a stream
I stepped into a familiar dream
Of silence, of quiet, of men grown still
Of solitude, of thoughts, of winter's chill
When the future stood gold-crowned upon a hill
When green was just a color
Not a state of mind
When the truth was a word
Unstained and kind
I held the fragments tight in hand
As I stepped softly upon the sand
I sent them to another land
Gentle breath and subtle breeze
Sent them flowing through the trees
A soft gauze curtain flows from my hand
Gracing gently water, air, and land
The stream carries what the land does not
And some float still upon the air like thought
Graceful flight ends
As they are carried away by the water's flow,
Slipping silently across land like a river of snow,
I find myself wondering where they will go
As sunset's autumn eases into winter's night
And as the darkness mixes with the moon's pale light
I watch as the pieces of me fade out of sight
And I wonder
Where do dreams go to die?
5:50pm
11/11/08