One day the stone will hit the cross,
and the love you feel will be lost,
unbroken bonds entwined,
will be torn and tattered,
just like scattered memories,
only then suddenly abandon,
discarded and left behind,
how a cold chill creeps in,
to such warm loving skin,
daggers thrown all the time,
shattered lives to pick up,
after all that could be said,
ones dreams now undone.
Walter C. Edwards
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreames-now-undone/
