The Dream

She left the warm embrace
Afraid of damage done
From turmoil of words
Now he is alone
With nothing but the dream
Of a cold city street
Seen through the open wall
Stretching to eternity
Its silvery grey-blue pillars
Once made strong and warm
As cities often are
By the sound of voices sharing ideas
Now cold and damp the city lies
Like winter's moonlight
With broken dreams scattered
On the solid marble realm
Reflecting implements of society
Illuminated only by memory

......Dave T   November 2004

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