dreams
are the secrets of youth.
constant whisperings.
an old blossom's fragrance.
in Spring
they are our beginnings,
attaching themselves
to us
as we sleep-walk
through the night and day
of our lives
dumbstruck
by the wide sea
of humanity.
Another snippet from the summer of 2005/Copyright
Melissa A Howells Meloo Tilt-a-World