Friday, March 11, 2011

a breeze

when we spoke silently
we held our breaths

Because it stormed outside
We lit a candle
and eventually fell asleep.
In our dreams

The tides would rise
The water spilling over the walls
and the earth would split open.

Now we have woken up
and we rattle and shake.
Yet we have each other

and our hopes and dreams remain
unwritten and unsung.
Hanging in the air
like dandelion fluff waiting to catch
a breeze.

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