silent echo

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.

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