Between dreams,
Inside of us
I feel you
I want to shout.

islands drift
And settle down.
I feel so soft,
Like clay.

Tools of god
Lost and broken.
Misused love
Lost in touch.

Manipulated
By hands of heart.
That couldn’t trust.

Course and flowing
Through bursting veins
A foolish morsel
Of hardened grain
Will cut the curtain.
Sow the seed.
Plant the future.
In the weeds.