Fragile Dreams
I have a dream,
And I've had many.
Some have died
Some crushed like eggshells
Others burned out
Like the embers of a campfire
But many are alive.
Several are sick;
Tired of waiting to be a reality.
The only thriving dream
Is not as healthy as it seems.
The dream I have of
Holding you in my arms
And rocking you to sleep at night.
(October 7, 1998)
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