The thoughtful dream you shared,
which caught me from behind,
abruptly awakened me
as to what was on your mind.
Suddenly I thought it best
to scorn you like a child,
and leave you there well broken,
forgotten, worn... defiled.
And as for me, I left you,
to seek just what I choose,
But seemed to cross a step in four
from coins slipped in one shoe.
And though I felt my gait were true,
I misstepped toward my goal,
and found myself outside your house,
with change left in my sole.
And though I'm still uncertain
of this round wound trip I took,
I'll paint you as my healer,
the one I near unhooked.
So, once untrue, demented,
now I weep within your arms.
show your hope as unbroken
lace me in your heart so warm.
-dp-
7-25-12
