Hope
A
dream whispered into darkness
swallowed
by the wind
carried
on the wings of a luminous butterfly
to
land softly, sliding
whispering
in my ear
and
I cradle this fragile thought
holding
it as carefully as a spider's web made of spun glass.
In
this dark place where dreams are born
and
dreams die,
I
stand among the shattered dreams of past
that were carried here by butterfly wings.