by Wyn Caudle
I lay down in my bed
A soft cool pillow against my cheek
A hum from the fan below
I wait as my dreams reach and my brain becomes bleak
I wake floating above
Colors at last dancing out and soaring
Swirling
Splashing down in a cove
A cove of memories full of past, present, and future things
Broken Promises, Empty to sing
I wish that my dreams would come and go with ease
But alas, that is not my destiny
A fractured picture
A broken sight
My dreams do not last
Past the early light