i held four dreams

i held four dreams
in one hand, a plate
of promise in the other
i heard the words of a fallen sky
that fell upon the floor
a plaster face, a worn tongue
that held open every door

i could not wake
less or more - i could not
hear the cry
a harbored thought came over me
without a place to hide

the faded shore, the
labored breath, the rock now lifeless sand
and at a pause i postulate
the crossing in this place - that knows
not time, nor lies, nor hate
only a destiny and space

dreams are pure
held with a thread
as promise held the same
though one be right, one unknown
conscience holds the key - as now i turn
through every dream - await a given light
pen prayer of peace for clarity
as a night now slips to night

bkmackenzie
2016

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