Clear Streams and Dreams Dried Into Ghostly Dust

Clear Streams And Dreams Dried Into Ghostly Dust I have cried in the silent dark of night; cut deeply by despair and savage Fate. Dearest love lost is worse than deathly fright for its depths brought in misery and hate. Where, screaming nightmares in howling wind blow; silent footsteps remind of foolish deeds. When once, my great pride demanded brutal show, darkness reign casting its sad, bitter seeds. What answer, to greatest treasure once lost; clear streams and dreams dried into ghostly dust. Can I, buy back at any future cost deepest of true love and her faithful trust? Her image, I see in mind cast in gold, valueless, for such my heart can not hold. R.J. Lindley 1977