Dreams
Dreams come and go, yarn on the loom
forming a tapestry, a quilt, a story
being told with each thread pulled
from a different stock. Individual
strings are mixed throughout, grand
picture never to be completed, never
fully connecting, waiting forevermore,
waiting for stitches, to be made whole
at last. But when the dreamer awakens
threads are cut, stories are twisted
lost amongst the shadows of daylight,
blankets tossed asunder, care ungiven
to the unformed quilt of lost dreams.
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