like a tear in fabric, shattered silk,
desperation careening along the mind,
whisper to me soft dreams,
the mellow reality of love
will sustain all forgotten impulse.
When while the earth lets go,
our foundation becomes a gravel
reminder of what once began
lovely shadows of love pouring
our hearts far and wide we cry,
we hope we dream we shall
not ever understand the sharp
rips in the garment we so depend
upon to rest our weary head.
What Crosses My Mind 
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