She dreams many a dream
in which great paths she does see
Where her future is bright and strong
and all disappointments are long gone
She holds on to this every day
hoping soon for that change
So the cycle can be broken
and her future she’ll be bespoken
Visions of stars she has
twinkling away above like mad
That she can reach out and touch
but now now, soon, no rush…
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Posted on Feb 9, 2013
0