Scribbled on a memory stick
or potted like a plant:
I am bedazzled, ragged,
dazed, by the sun's romance.

Sunlight slants in sideways
disturbing summer's  sleep
dust motes gleam in the sunbeams,
keep the primal screams at bay.
Sun seeps into splintered shards 
recollections form into sharpened swords
while meaning schemes
to split the scene
I try hard.to  focus on what appears - 
or seems - shards of your ever-broken dream.