Dreams Are

Dreams are shattered and lost,
tossed to the angry wind
swept away with the prevailing tide
washed upon the rocks of salvation
dried out by the rays of the sun
drifting with the morning tide
forgotton
disregarded
amended
crumpled like used paper
slips through cracks like dust particles
wrapped in longing and unforgiveness
rolling endlessly down a dead end road
caught by a thread in the debri
of yesterday and tomorrow
forgotton
disregarded
amended
left to face the forces
of a cruel world about to explode
next to dying embers of time
frustration colors the rainbow
salty sea water erodes the foundation
whispers of regret float across the prarie

morning walk

the myst descends
upon me as
the morning sun rises
with splendor
and trepidation
droplets of dew
line my bare arms
and encase my face
a sweep of humid air
blows past with residue
water trickles down
the cement crevices
and blocks my dreams
and invades my thoughts
and tugs at my soul
destiny on the run
escaping the reality
compensating for neglect
with whispers of pain
desire is lost
among the white puffs
billowing softly
above my head
their destination
unknown and lost
where time is elusive
and wants are ravished
the myst is gone
like the dreams

Dreams Die

the elusive dream
within inches of your fingertips
blowing softly in the breeze
and you reach out
inches short of capture
you try again
and faith flows with the current
time is freefalling
as the wind blows dust
and the particles
fall beneath you
life meanders
without resources
resting softly
upon the face of reality
entombed by frustration
sorrows implode
as destiny weeps
on your footprints
the tide waiting
for possesion
overtaken by impulse
the shadows darken
as dreams rise
and your soul is free