Pennies in the Fountain
 
To stand at the edge of a dream of a whisper
to think of an echo of a sigh of a song
to know of a feeling of credulous wonder
to wish to return to believe to belong
 
To cast in the depths of the unending water
to gasp in the aching of breath in the night
to slip into slumber of joylessness after
to fall into emptiness mirroring life
 
To stretch out the wing of a hope of a promise
to waken to sunlight to be unalone
to clasp to a hand to a heart to a spirit
to live in the morning as two made as one.