a dream, <br />it's true <br />dies first <br />soft, tender, unattended <br />relegated to the long expanse <br />of bygone <br />misplaced emotions <br />desires and secrets <br />decay at the bottom <br />of our malleable minds <br />archaic thoughts <br />forced to peek around <br />life's current corners <br />at treasures both luxuriant <br />and worthless without them <br />still sealed with intense <br />covert feelings <br />secretly stashed <br />it suddenly <br />will dust itself with doubting fingers <br />earnestly wanting to feel <br />needed again <br />trying hard <br />not to crumble <br />when newly exposed.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-death-and-life-of-a-dream/
