Thoughts drift in bits and pieces
through the shadows of my mind.
To lie like dust within the corners,
to resurrect another place, another time.
And all the dreams of today, yesterday
and tomorrow sift like gold dust through
my greedy fingers, and fall onto the
shifting sands of eternity.
But laughter is the order of the day,
and tears are private, secret things,
best shed within the shroud of night.
Comes the dawn, no one need ever know.

                   By Charlotte Perry