Broken Dream

I watch it floating there

So shiny and serene

A speck, a spark, a flare

Or something in between

An existence so small

It could have gone unseen

Has managed to enthrall

The rapture of a queen

My hand rises to meet

Its hidden underside

In offer of a seat

Perhaps even a ride

No press upon my skin

Mayhap my eyes have lied

A dream pricked by a pin

Will break rather than hide