Glass Dreams


J.A. Stein


I dance on dreams of shattered glass.

I never even heard the crash

                As the wall gave way.

 

My feet grow bloody as I swing and sway.

The song still plays

                The drumbeat pounding clearly.

 

Is it my heart refusing to weary?

My eyes in pain though teary

                The dream can not be dead.

 

If those pieces could catch the tears I shed

Could I wash away the dread

                Of what Nothing truly feels like?

 

My heart it pounds

                My voice it cries

                                No words needed for the lullaby

                Of dreams so long past dying.

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