I look upon shards of dreams
all shattered once taken in a blur.
Leaving me now only the reality
of something they never were.
I have held onto the tatters
of the promises the dream had made.
The memories and the fondness
and the wishing they had stayed.
At the time they held the warmth
and a true purpose to my days.
To give me fulfilment,
until dream and I went our separate ways.
To know the touch, to know the kiss
and the face of a true dream.
Only for it to fade and for loves embrace,
to not be as it would seem.
I cannot hide the hurt
and I wont trust love again.
I live each day in memory
where the scars of dreams remain.
How then can I hear the advice
such as you may give.
For without trust in hope and dream
is how I am now come to live.
I am always finding another shard that gives rise to new verse.
I don't have another way of getting it gone... at least for a while... so I write.
