Treasure Island

Jackie Allen


From a Tarnished Dream


Some possession wanted
No longer matter~
The long legs
Were never meant to be,
The curves of a model~
A dream never met.

Over and above the number
Of blessings,
One dreamed
In cradle of love, a child.
A heart aches, it breaks~
Bleeds for the frame of its emptiness.

Reminders of a river of crying
Like sorrow between the covers.
As in a favorite book of failed romance,
All tears have turned
Into mourning memories.

And of hope never realized,
Like a fallen star
Never caught,
The nights live on in darkn34ess.
Possessed, still, is she, by that one
Tarnished dream.

Polished now by healed heart
And new understanding
She mother’s the world’s children
In charity’s love blanket,
Woven as it is from the threads
Of an old tarnished dream.

Submitted: Friday, August 16, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

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