The Dream

A dream dropped into empty air
dispersed
My dreams gilded and rosy full
disappeared
My dreams, expectations took a wrong turn
  became nightmares
or worse - daytime, dreamless, sundrenched,
  bone dry wakefulness

Mourning time is over dear
Pick up whatever pieces you can find
Make a new dream
Don't look back, don't remember
Don't pine for what is gone

Every second was like a loud bell
Full of awareness, conscious of pain or
  pleasure, amplified
Now take off some here,
add some there,
lighten up
modify




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