Sorrow's Dream
The dew drops from morning's eve
becomes the brunch beneath our feet
fore no leaf lunches prior
till the cloud amongst them all's a crier.
Waft in silhouette pro wall
the shadows reflection grows tall
the one whose permanent hide go seek
becomes the widow's peak
of society's awe.
Happiness is in the past
contentment's in the present
hopefulness comes from tomorrow
as tears stain iridescent.
Sorrow locks it's horn anew
forgotten wills and dreams
every sigh and hollowed scream
becomes reality.
That is sorrow's dream.
A dream from which no one will wake,
till the dreamer's body's heart forsakes.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2010
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