It’s a short distance to that cove
that has long harboured dreams
we’ll set them free
no strings attached
for you and me
It’s a long drop down from the edge
we’ll watch from the cliff top
those hopes get dashed
on jagged rocks
their tethers slashed
It’s a cold, dark dip into the deep
to retrieve what’s survived
scattered debris
flotsam, jetsam
gone out to sea
It’s a slow process to once again
begin building new dreams
from scratch and scraps
salty water
still licks and laps
our feet
and rises
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