“We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.” ~Prospero, The Tempest

We are such fragile beings
our minds break so easily
and our hearts shatter.

and yet we never

our salvation
comes in the thoughts we entertain
the ones we ponder over
carefully turning them over
like a calcified fossil
to be explored
and illuminated

We cannot give up
that vulnerable last breath.

that melody,
or streak of complex color,
a tumble of words
into a falling libretto

Its a corner infinite
to be explored.
Our dreams

And if we don’t follow
we may never
be unbroken.

There is only a touch of
the Unstoppable
within us.