Monday, November 18, 2013

Tangled


Alone.
And Sadness Settles.
Stark Dreams.
And Longing.
If Wishes were Horses.
And Beards in the Dark on a cold New England night.
Tears.
Tears fall soft.
And Brittle.
Cold in the Blue.
Time Passes.
The Days continue.
Their Shattered edges
Threaten.
Just get me home.

4 comments:

Ygraine said...

Oh your words are drenched in such sadness...it breaks my heart.
If loving thoughts can soften the cruel blow, then I will think of you now...perhaps those stark dreams and shattered days will fade away before the united front of friendship...then...you will soon be home...xx

Dale said...

I awoke from a dream with this running through my head and tears on my cheeks ...
It was a very powerful and emotional moment, prompted, no doubt, by the approach of an important transition. I am glad I was able to express effectively how I was feeling.
Thank you for sending your friendship and love - I feel it! xx

Val Poore said...

Dale, I read this on FB, but didn't want to comment there. This seems so deeply personal, and so very sad. I am relieved to learn it was a dream. You have much to adjust to in the coming months, but I hope it will bring you happiness rather than this sorrow.

Stevie said...

Likewise, I am glad it was a dream... but they can feel so real, and so devastating sometimes can't they? I woke up weeping one night, scared poor Tony half to death.
Looking forward to our next huddle... xo