Shatered dreams
are put to sleep
On the bottom of our souls.
No one sees, and
no one knowes
What they’ve been
and what they are:
Skatere, like the winded
lifes.
Broken, like a window,
from the thunder storm
outside.
They are layed to rest.
On the path of no return
with the angels watching over,
Lighted only by the moon.