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Dream Catcher:

The hope chest is locked. I have lost the key. I forced it open and

set a lot of emotion-free.

 

Dreams left on hold, memories of no worth, a chest of nothing but yesterday's I have spent waiting on rebirth.

 

And now I wonder where they went. And then, I see something that

no one could plan.

 

A bit of light shining through its encasement, to where I stand. The

hope-chest is now ready for a life that is made new.

 

Based on trust in experiences that are undefined but true.

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