Disinter

 

Would you have the courage to disinter dream, to let sands of time take away what has been.

 

To hold your own peace under spiritual threat and give a smile at the ending of mournful regret.

 

To see children as teachers and evil men too.  Until you know silence as silence knows you.

 

Or lay patient in mourning for a time pain will pass when a vision of future is shattered like glass.

 

To forgo the moon while you reach for the stars, to give birth to the dreams that you’d bottled in jars?

 

Ged Thompson  21/01/14