Quilting
Discarded dreams,
like clothes that no longer fit,
bagged up,
put away,
in the attic of yesterday.
Colors faded,
seams softly strained
from the weight
of a thousand life-cares.
Wrinkled, tired, shapeless now,
these dreams that were mine.
But make them over
to warm the cold night.
In patches of color,
blend dark squares with bright.
Old dreams, like old clothes,
reshaped, rearranged,
can be used once again.
(c) 2008 Michele Huey. All rights reserved.
Michele Huey 
Hi there! This post could not be written much better! Looking at this post reminds me of my previous roommate! He constantly kept preaching about this. I most certainly will send this post to him. Pretty sure he will have a great read. Thank you for sharing!
LikeLike