Dreams

Silently, I stare at my dreams,

Reflected in the cracked mirror,

Beholding the sunsets of past days,

Wondering if it all turned out.

Green water swirls down the drain,

Depositing years of grief into the ground

And leaving the claw-foot tub empty,

And white, and clean.

Let me be content with my dreams,

The ones beginning in the sunlight,

The ones wisping across the blue sky

Like angel feathers.

Let me be finished with mourning,

Let me wash away the silt of pain,

Let me start again, conceive anew;

Beginnings are beautiful.

Lp 2021