Reverie
January 22nd, 2009 by Karen
In a small dark hollow of my heart,
a secret spot,
where my dreams live and die
accumulated with years of dust and grime
I hide my fears and laughter
my joys and terror,
my failings,
my sadness.
Antique memories lay scattered,
like scraps of paper
blown by the wind
well worn with touch and tears.
Tattered and silent
I sit among the remants
of plans and hopes, rose petals,
well meant words and unsaid murmurs.
Never expecting the knock
and filtered sunshine
your palm bestows
into the recesses of my thoughts.
1/1/09
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