by P.R.Banks

Lay them before you,
the shattered pieces of a dream.
Try to make sense of them,
and from their deeper inards,
see what they mean.

Collect the pieces together,
forge them against the sky.
And in appreciation,
see through the reflections,
into your eye.

Upon the ground of memory,
warm yourself by the fires of thought,
with the fires aid,
build another dream,
just like you ought.

Then hold that close,
and cast your eyes to the stars,
remember what they are,
dreams to come,
and ignore reality's bars...

Philip R. Banks
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