Dare-dreamer

Sometimes I brush by you

Just to feel the purposed pain

Of you and yesterday

And all

And sometimes I crush laughter

For the reverence of rain

Because laughter bleeds summer

Tears fall

Sometimes the tortured tango

Of hope’s whispers faded thin

Becomes a tight-rope

Where I flirt

…with being braver, younger

And to dream a dream again

But sometimes I brush by you

Just to hurt

© Janet Martin