So…Hopes and Dreams


So many hopes, so many dreams run wildly around
Her head, moving the era of changed wishes, from
Simple, to beautiful, some plainly obscene like a
Hybrid cross of such disgust that it is yet to
Be seen. The stars shine on the deep dark, lost world
Of her mind, here hopes burning bright, burning
Brilliantly forever and ever. Once or twice in her
Life she may be lucky enough to catch those stars
And put them in the jar labeled ‘Memory’, where they
Will stay safe for all of eternity.

At this precise golden moment of slumber a new
Dream is forged, the platinum hope that no one else
Will ever be able to see until such a time as she finds He.


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