To Those Braided In Despair...

To Those Braided In Despair…

Last night’s dream seemed

 As if that sneaking nightmare

Reality always leaves to tease

Unawake minds gone astray.

So today I took strands of despair

And braided them into devil’s plaits;

Cut them off. Then I buried them;

Tears watered their graves.

Hope budded and blossomed;

Petals of audacious faith

Glistened in sunshine

 Of new dawns dawning:

Meadows of forget-me-nots bloomed.

In fields of our-story, butterflies

Feasted on dying his-story; everywhere

New cocoons hung on branches of time.