Scraps of conversation drifts through the mind
Shaping, reshaping, ever evolving
Bringing thoughts into focus, feelings out of line

Shards of consciousness puncture the thoughts
Ordering, disordering, ever changing
Bringing wants into focus, reality out of line

Embers of affection disturbs the consciousness
Acting, reacting, ever distracting
Bringing dreams into focus, senses out of line

Fragments of a dream lingers in the daytime
Moving, unmoving, ever appealing
Bringing hopes into focus, worries out of line

© 2009 Yvonne Forsling

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