Archives for the month of: June, 2012

Staring at the full moon in the sky

she felt empty inside, her dreams felt dead

as lilacs in winter

dried tears made tracks on her cheeks

 

Staring blankly at sheets of paper

out of ink

creativity runs dry as desert ground

She ponders, “what happens to an undreamed dream?”

 

Staring at the cloud clotted sky

she felt heavy with rain, her dreams seemed to fall

like snow

She ponders, what happens to an undreamed dream?”

She couldn’t not dream. She had to dream. And that dream had to blossom into

something real.