The Last Dream

The Last Dream So many dreams for a life time Faded Their lost glories Fallen to the last hope And cinder wishes So many burnt in the blood of time Squandered hopeless The glimpses Of much better lives Unheeded moments They fell parchment masks From the mirror Could have been they whispered Could have been ghosts They went weeping into the distance Perchance someday to be dreamed again And the very last dream of a man The very last wish He clung to fierce Will not Will not Let this one slip He kept for all he was worth The faith He held in love So many lost That bore him no fruit Though he sought their seeds Dug to their root To find their growth And become for him another life So many lost But the very last dream He tightly holds A strength steadfast He believes in love And though the robbers come stealing In lonely hours He will not relinquish the illusive promise But wait in the tracks of destiny For more than anything or any time This time he believes This time It’s the very last dream