Sonnet for the North Wind and other poems (Novus' Poems)

Broken Glasses

(This was written on November 13, 2006)

I once took a pen and tried to make gold,

Each stroke I thought was euphony

And each mark beauty

Then I awoke to find my dreams retold.

Who would not fall to slumber

If it is only in dreams where men are best

Where we are blessed with peace and rest

Where there would just be whites, blues, and greens

To cover everything on earth

And each time reminds us of rebirth

So that as butterflies flies we may glide

Earth’s beautiful side.

It lessens us not if we were to dream;

The Earth is ours to behold

In exchange for the time we sold,

We all have the things to gain

As the world that we hold

In this vast universe unfold.

Yet such world shows not itself on Earth

Utopias wither in this place of dirt.

Our pure, innocent dreams disappear

The instant realities appear

Leaving us disillusioned

Falling in our own illusions.

Dreams are broken glasses

That glitter as light passes

Often are we wounded

When we see that they are dead

When the darkness had crept in

And know what has been –

That the vessel is broken

With its shattered pieces as our token.