The Colours
of Dreams
rivers of despair part long enough,
offering refuge in a barely glimpsed moment --
an escape long in the seeking ...
a horizon bloodied by the death of yesterdays,
beckoning a warm caress, a friend unsought --
an unthought dream fulfilled . . .
covers you in a tapestry woven
by the kaleidoscope of a waterfall,
a ceaseless longing for a sea of you . . .