Cracked Dreams



She looked out the window

at nothing

thinking of a sky-song

she may have forgotten to sing

in one of her far off

crazy dream-scapes.

She was a moon child then,

full of hope and dreams

and plans steeped in

vast pools of her own idealism.

While she happily chirped

her way through her

dream-seeking days

there was yet a sullen greed

in her denials

of all that was

just not going to be achieved.

Things that were

lost to her forever

lay at the bottom

of the well in her mind

refusing to dissipate –

rancid puddles of lost hope

ever dwindling-stagnant.

Now asking if her dreams had

cracked in dry dark shadows

with questions unanswerable

seemed an act of unresolving

a trope for her own disclosure,

For now, she would just

have to write this off

as just cracked dreams.

© 2012 DiAnne Ebejer


About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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