A walk in the dark
On dewy grass.
Fireflies flicker
Sparks of illumination.
Concepts, ideas, daydreams,
Hands touch.
Hold the shards of
What was once an optimist’s dream
Close to your face
But be careful not to hurt yourself
On the broken edges.
Tears won’t heal the damage of hope.
Growing up has its price,
Familiarity its reward
And sanity its peace.