On the cliff hangs dreams.

On the cliff hangs dreams.

His dream world

hangs in the balance,

precariously

on the precipice,

sky high.

Below, the gathering;

all his King's horses,

all his King's men

wait nervously...

for the fall.

Will they succeed this time?

Or will this world of dreams

shatter on impact

lost, blown in the wind;

a puff, gone. 

A million dreams.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and they couldn't put him back together again...ever...dreams shattered, the eggshells we walk upon as we seek to achieve...always precarious.

[Lydia Shutter]

Dreams shattered...nothing hurts more, does it? I know I see things through rose-colored glasses, but I believe dreams can be altered and started all over again. Good write. Lydi**

[andrew mitchell]

thanks for your kind words lydia.

[wordman]

our dreams hanging on a cliff,clever write but so true

[andrew mitchell]

thank you ron for your kind words

[Shubhangi Patil]

I like the way you have used Haiku in this poem. I need to learn this style myself. Great work

[andrew mitchell]

thank you for your comments fellow poet