BROCKEN DREAMS

Stained walls
wipe clean blossoming illusions.
cracked glass,
brocken floors...

Mundane aura
Delludes me of
anticipated sweet aroma
dry leaves,
brown grass

Dreams bloom,
But the hand that conjures them
has not the power
to give them breath.

Dreams flourish,
but for awhile.
The hand that waits upon them
has not the power
to make them last.

I stand
betwixt sweet dreams
and desolateness.
I am but a bridge
that sweet dreams and desolateness
shall meet upon me.

Dreams
The hand that conjures them
could make use of my own
to give them breath.



to:KYUni...
19/08/'09
[orientation day 2]

Kasumba.Fortunate 2009