tagNon-Erotic PoetryWasted Dreams

Wasted Dreams


Another wicked wave crashes
against a tower of
quiet determination
as the day’s sun
comes undone

Soft sighs and baby blues
watch crude castles crumble
in current’s blind eye.

Rainbow's Riven hands
pluck an olive branch
from submerged sand

Tomorrow peace may come
building another bastion
of wasted prayer
dreaming their castles
strung in illusion
following mournful coos
of now solo dove.

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