She Ponders

Staring at the full moon in the sky
she felt empty inside, her dreams felt dead
as lilacs in winter
dried tears made tracks on her cheeks

Staring blankly at sheets of paper
out of ink
creativity runs dry as desert ground
She ponders, "what happens to an undreamed dream?"

Staring at the cloud clotted sky
she felt heavy with rain, her dreams seemed to fall
like snow
She ponders, what happens to an undreamed dream?"
She couldn't not dream. She had to dream. And that dream had to blossom into
something real.