Soliloquy of Busted Dreams and Broken Hearts
by Dale Hudgins Copyright January 1, 2005
This is a walk in the park, this, this thing called dreams.
Easy to conjure, easy to lie to one's self.
I know all about and revel in this, my mattress, predator of hope.
Can you hear me, would you listen if you could?
Remind me later.
Please look for the rest of this poem in my soon to be published book of poetry at lulu.com, Thanks, Dale Hudgins
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)