Shards of a dream,

Old and sunk in the flesh–

Grinding up against now. 

Spun like a twisted rope,

Held tension from unforgotten anguish,

Choked down in regret, 

A future lost of its color. 
Brought to the sun–

Open memories greet the rain. 

From underneath, light creeps to the edges,

Softly, it returns. 
A new day comes,

Eyes open or closed.