Waiting For the New Dawn

He stands there waiting for the new dawn to come. strewn all about before him in a field of broken dreams; are the scattered pieces of his once new beginnings. Doors are closed, fences are wired ; The battle line is drawn as he guards; the inner most of his existence. His face is lined with worry and marred ; by the tears from rivers of sorrow for lost hope. The cries from within are deadened; by the walls of silent anger and he waits. He waits for one who has not come; as feathers of doves lay before him as if guiding. All are unknown paths and unsure directions. Driven by desire but imprisoned by circumstances; escape seems hopeless. and like a cancer; desperation spreads and consumption seems inevitable. In a secret place of his mind are the memories of yesterdays tomorrows. A house is not a home and windows are fastened shut.. In a garden where flowers once bloomed tangled webs of lies and deceit now loom; and his universe goes unfed.. In his dreams comes a lady of magic. Her face goes unseen, there's only a light from her eyes; and it penetrates his mind and somehow tells him; that with her blown breath fences will vanish. doors will be open; and with her touch ; gardens will flourish and hearts will be fed. There is a gentleness from her that shows him hope; As the light from the new dawn brings him back to where he stands. one thought repeats its self over and over. Is she real? Will she really come? Will she come in time?