This Dream - Poem by jane heart
all fine and decidedly sunny near the secret dream.
Taken to extreme lengths and pulverized into smoke -
refracting lenses of livid light-
delaying the return of reason
Sorry that it is emblazoned with laughter
and red-faced and souless as a whip
this dream across the backs of hopes
wings that won't fly
where were eyes
this dream that now lies
like a shining night-worn mist
unshed at dawn.
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