Dreams Lost In Water

we weld together so many dreams in the sky of hope so many of them; for ourselves for others, for friends our enemies as we strive to right and mend karmas they call to us like our children for a better life the summer winds that bring the comforts of warmth to a vision often spliced like an over ripe pear they sigh in the triumphant leaves, that filter the light of our plans to help us see more clearly the road beyond they howl in the storm, as the rain sweep furious in all directions - a ballet dancer lost in her steps - and we have to make sure we stand firm in the midst of all adversities life duplicates art and art duplicates life and the puppeteer plays its game in the most selfish manner kicking us aside, when it has had enough, to cloth to start a game anew our dreams are carried away in water shedded by the closest at heart, and we know nothing in the world can really be saved except by our own conviction in the heart to reach out to the eternal fountain where we can dream and drink from it the water of life