Of Dreams and Endeavours

Written 2014. It’s interesting to look back and see how much my writing has evolved over the years.

She dreams

Of a winding path descending from the door

Of a sweeping tributary of destinies

Of the smouldering ashes, her dreams, on the floor

Of empty endeavours and tries

And she dreams

Of a world that was fresh and new and green

Of the colour fading from crimson to rust

Of what was and what could have been

Of possibilities falling to dust

And she dreams

Of a key to the door of new starts

Of a staircase to unknown lands

Of a whole made anew from the parts

Of her dreams, now alive in her hands

And she dreams

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