the broken fence

embers ran free like wildfire
igniting
willow trees that slept sweetly
unaware

though
hot coals
burned
at midnight,
clouds masked the
sun
that was
not
a sunrise

supposed
pool of
fire
emerging at dawn
sharp with reds and hues of passion
you were a

...beautiful mirage...

of
pale
dull
grey
dreams

give
       back
                the
                      sight
 take
        back
                 your
                         vision.

kick down
the dying fence
that was
never fixed

mended
fences
splinter
slowly

the fire
extinguished before
they awoke.