verse is over before prose starts to form

poetry, especially in the writing, seems easy, quickfire, like Twenty20, and is like a tsunami unleashed upon hapless feeling. to me, verse comes before all. verses of want and longing and familiar despairs.

you have been gone a long time
and aeons separate our shared dreams.....

is it possible to pick up the shards of a dream shared long ago? and keep it from splintering further. maybe. maybe not. there are years to live to know.