Poetry:

The Ruby Glass of Dreams

I saw a man
Desolation's left, and broken glass's right
The empty forest of his alone
   A tree sighs; the leaves left it long ago
   The wind moans under the forever gray skies
With each beat, his heart tears open, and pumps black

Kneel, pray, cry, wish
wisper: 'I am here, I am hurt, I need you... Please...'
Words that fall unto the trees, words of nothing to care

In each piece of glass I can see his dream, his hope
I can see a beatiful woman sitting, listening, talking, sleeping
   I can see her holding out her hand to him
   Walking with him, waiting for him, embracing him
I can see love
He grips it all so tight that he begins to bleed
   More... tighter... tighter, 'Please Don't Go...'
His palms are red, crimson and raw...
Blood mixes with Tears... I drift
I see his dreams tear open his chest, I see them rip into his heart
Life unforgiving and dreams never coming
I saw myself die

by Thomas McDonley (C)2002