Dreams That No Longer Come
Sitting by my winter window
Studying a cold rain
Beating on my window pane
I vigilantly watched each drop
Gathering at the bottom
Before rolling away
Looking past
The cold wet forest
I gazed to a long ago place
Where I could still see you
Waiting for me
To come home
My thoughts
Are no longer here
They are in a distant land
Someplace where they can
No longer be touched
A place where dreams begin
And you are always
Waiting for me
There was a time
I believed in dreams
And songs
And love
But those days have turned
Into a wintry rain
A rain that stings
Hard on my cheeks
A rain that rolls
Down my face
Before falling harshly
On a winter ground
And dies
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