The Second Dream
June 2, 2015
How countless are the nights
I made wishes without words
in distant, cloudless skies
on dying, clueless stars.
How deep the longing
I carry, on my own,
toward such a destination
with harbored hopes,
with heart-filled hatred,
with a final
hesitant hallelujah.
They say you care
for the weary traveler
and the motherless child,
but see my barren feet
on this broken path
and consider caring for
the childless mother.
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