Heart Of The Matter

Dreams, Never Rigid

Play some gentle music,
Sigh softly in the sound,
Pick up the pieces of a life,
And turn it all around,

Discard the broken promises,
Grown dusty on the floor,
Forget the dreams that shattered,
With the slamming of a door,

For dreams are never rigid,
They float through sleep filled time,
To settle quietly in the heart,
And materialise in rhyme.

Linda Harnett, ©2007