Have you noticed the way
a dream of a lovely future
can fall just like that,
like a glass slipping from
your hand, before you even
notice what’s happening, smashing
into stardust across the floor?
And have you noticed the way
you reach so quickly to clear
the pieces? Reaching for the broom,
the vacuum, wanting to
remove it from your sight?
A broken glass may need quick clearing.
But a broken dream must be left a while.
How long I cannot say,
but a little while at least.
The stardust pieces of fallen dreams
must be knelt over,
sobbed over,
wailed over,
grieved over
and, eventually, the dream must be loved for all that it was
and forgiven for all it will never be.
Lovely dream.
Fallen dream.
Stardust pieces call you home.