Dreaming rain

I have accepted

what has become of my dreams

they will forever live

as smoke

and then cloud

I have accepted the washing of the ink

they will flow out

into the blue ocean

 

I have left barren an inch in my heart

for a new dream to blossom

through rain and storm, winds and gust

a seed will fall and grow

my dreams will rain over it

and bring it to life.