Sonnet For Saints  - ListenHere      

When dreams collide,

the children break their fall,

a gesture only 

tested on the sea.

But when the little eyes 

are closed too long

converging dreams can 

spill and float away.

The weaker prophet 

whispers broken words

and lets his vision 

sink to waters deep 

between the margin 

of the shore 

and no return.

A fallen wish 

for better days,

a narrow road that 

takes no chances, 

sees no star.

Beneath the river 

current infants know

the voices much 

too far away to fear;

the sound of dreams 

in struggle, 

then released,

the ancient cries 

of starting over new.