<font face="Arial>Fractured sleep Of broken dreams A soul no longer whole Disconnected floes of thought Which touch from time to time To make configurations echoing a past Beyond our reach Were I so lost Would I Not be? Not I For fragments found of loves, of life Are better far Than naught So I’ll not cry for what is lost For what I cannot save But savor all my broken dreams The pieces of my life Until the last Has drifted Out of reach To live To love In lives and dreams Which touch in endless time And echo brightly Figures of the past Sweet dreams Sweet dreams </font></pre>