The Broken Dream

Dixie Elliot ✊with a poem.The Broken Dream.Dawn's first light. Crepuscular rays streamed through a veil of mist, which hung in the morning air.I did not know where the dream had taken me,But I saw them there.Not a word was passed between us,myself and the Ten.They looked at me with vacant eyes,for I knew these men.A path well worn by the passing years,had brought me to that place,