Too soon
the landscape of this emotion
shifted its sand
it's horizon -
Once the center of our universe
now
reduced to dust
and fragmented with
our history
like litter on a fence.
Strangers passing by
would fail to notice
the grandeur and vision(s)
dreamt of
but unborne.
The seeds of these dreams
lay scattered and dormant.
Silently
waiting
for a change in the weather.
© Zunia Boucher-Myers 2009
