Impoverished Dream

Written September, 2007
Author: Parrish Ravelli
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I know you said
I would meet her someday

But nothing breathes here
Accept the river.

That once impoverished dream
Reminds me of your eyes

And how they were once
Made of Gold,

But I cower, as fear
Does not leave as quietly

As it arrives.
Thoughts fall out of your mouth

Like words in a ransom letter,
Though I don't think you will get much.

'Tomorrows' sunrise will be herioc'
You say.

Todays' sun
Has been rising for years.

This evening I will dream of gold
And how to spend it

The way your lips felt
Whenever you pretended.