Behind the broken glass

Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
edited December 2013 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the memories keep marching forward
and the dreams of Ulysses are calling from the past
from a place that waits for tomorrow behind the broken glass.

the sun sets softly in her eyes as she moves thru time
like the clouds up in the sky
and she looks so real as she smiles behind the broken glass.

and the dreams of Ulysses are calling from the past
resting in the dreams of yesterday moving slowly across the sky.

she opens her eyes and screams in silence
who has brought this day on the wings of tomorrow
who will return the dreams of yesterday.

all is silent as the clouds have come to pass
as she smiles and dreams behind the broken glass
and on the wings of yesterday she is alive.


there is a voice calling from the stone
that once had broke the glass.

thru hours and days in time whispers of dreams
that echo from the past to the silence of yesterday
call to her smile behind the broken glass.


Godfather.
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