I recall faintly
violent dreams
and crude awakenings.
I forget feeling
a growing void
of life without meaning.
Can we pick back up
broken pieces
to repair this tea cup?
Will you be willing
to spare your gold
to mend my faults?
This quiet heart wants
sweet loving
peace and understanding.
It leans out for you
and beats gently
for a world without war
– For Marianne (and her hidden love)
Little Borrowers 