Broken Dreams

I arrange broken dreams on the ledge of hope

And glue them to mountains, oceans, temples, magnets, busy streets of faraway cities, 

Dreams stick to despair and do not leave

I wish to hold on, I wish to fly,to a new land, new mountains, splintered streets 

I wish to splash in my blood on each dream

And color the grey sky in my scarlet truth

But again and again, dreams shatter into splinters

Egg shells, shnapp glasses, long weeks of loneliness, explanations, accusations,

Your reasons to run and mine to stay