a dream,
it's true
dies first
soft, tender, unattended
relegated to the long expanse
of bygone
misplaced emotions
desires and secrets
decay at the bottom
of our malleable minds
archaic thoughts
forced to peek around
life's current corners
at treasures both luxuriant
and worthless without them
still sealed with intense
covert feelings
secretly stashed
it suddenly
will dust itself with doubting fingers
earnestly wanting to feel
needed again
trying hard
not to crumble
when newly exposed.
Eila Mahima Jaipaul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-death-and-life-of-a-dream/
