In tangled dreams
of interconnected
webs we weave -
of people, places,
things -
lie caught
moments,
conversation,
filament-strands
woven in words,
glances, touch.
Not to trap,
rather
to reform
the broken
dreams
of childhood
lost.
These tangled dreams
and - now
us intertwined -
changed -
we can never go back.
©eleanor clark
16 December 2012
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