Giving Life To Dashed Dreams
My past was spent in self-greed,
keeping all the joys to myself;
many loving hands reached out and touched me,
not to let me delve into loneliness:
did I hear all that I needed to hear then,
without putting on a selfish and dissident face?
All I have left is this inconceivable and fragile wish
of giving life to dashed dreams:
as if they were unfolding right now,
so I can choose to live them out:
before they turn mischievous and vanish...
to find another dreamer, who can give them wings!
Dreams, how could have I rejected the glamour you promised,
when your were shining more than a thousands suns?
My interest turned elsewhere, being afraid of loving someone...
willing to give everything and feel nothing inside;
and was it a false notion I clung to and foolishly incurrred another loss?
Dreams, wait until you become a permanent part of my consciousness!
Come friends, and share with me the frenetic pleasures of living,
forget how you were ignored, I apologize for my negligence;
come friends, and let's make up for lost time without resentment...
if I am to blame, don't let it reflect on your bewildered faces!
Another favor I ask of you: don't remember the uncanny and cheerless appearance
of what I was yesterday, take a better look at me today and show me your understanding!
Gather here and celebrate life as in mirthful youth, drinking
freshly-brewed coffee by the warmest log's fire,
as those cowboys unafraid of the suspenseful wild;
laugh, chat and tell jokes until our noses start snoring....
Now all Nature is a sea of tranquility and I am at peace,
restoring belief and giving life to dashed dreams!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
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