Old Dreams

Old Dreams In the evening when the moonlight; Gently falls on land and sea. Old dreams come like wolves at midnight; Come to howl and torment me. Dreams of youth their glory ended; Fall behind sweet sorrow's vale Dreams of love by sorrow riven, Like the desert winds do wail. Dreams are foolish, so uncertain, Each of us a price must pay. For we must rise to meet the morrow, Rise to face another day. Still tis hard for oft they linger, At the edges of the heart. Dear yet ever so illusive, They tarry long and don't depart. Sadness creeps into my chamber, When I think of long ago. When hope danced to the mystic music, No one else but I could know. Dreams like vapors, quickly rising Rise like smoke and fade away. Unachieved and unaccomplished, At the breaking of the day.