<BR> Futility<P><BR>Bits of shattered dreams <BR>Scattered here and there<BR>Like sunlit dust motes<BR>Dancing in the air.<P>Trembling fingers reach out<BR>In effort to catch and hold<BR>That which one time was<BR>Much more precious even than gold.<P>In spite of all the efforts,<BR>Irregardless of the endeavor,<BR>Those dreams lay in pieces<BR>Broken and scattered forever.<P>No matter that the heart yearns<BR>For that which used to be,<BR>The special joy is gone,<BR>Never more to be felt or seen.<P>It is an impossibility<BR>To go back to the very start,<BR>And too weary to start over<BR>With a torn and twisted heart.<P>So she continues to exist<BR>Wrapped in a shell of pain.<BR>The ceaseless winds of the soul<BR>Singing only of storm and rain.<P>Will a time ever come<BR>When the soul no longer keens<BR>For those broken, those lost,<BR>Those cruelly shattered dreams?<P>Will her heart ever again be<BR>Mended, once more be made whole?<BR>Will life’s music ever play again so<BR>That joy may dance in her soul?<P>Or will the future mimic<BR>The pain of present and past,<BR>Staying by her side always,<BR>The only thing to last?<P>And so life goes on<BR>Long day by long day<BR>While vainly she struggles<BR>To once more find the way.<P>The way to light and joy<BR>Where her soul is free to sing,<BR>And her heart is once more able to<BR>Feel the joy that love can bring.<P> created 1999