When Dreams Die

When Dreams Die Memories linger of us holding hands, sharing dreams we'd make come true. Dead and buried with you are our plans. I've no need of dreams without you. Where do dreams go when they die? Do they just fade away or disappear? Do they feel pain, and do they cry? Do they face their death in fear? Answers to questions I've longed to hear. If they are poised ready upon your lips, please whisper them into my ear, While I stand in watch at their crypt. I can no longer wish upon a falling star, asking that my dreams might come true. Has my sorrow taken me much too far that I no longer care what I might do? I once gazed upon the starlit skies, dreaming of a romantic wedding night, but the twinkle no longer lives in my eyes; They are black holes, staring without sight. What hope for dead stars and dreams? None that seem clear to me. Death is permanent for both it seems. Were my dreams never meant to be? No longer do I revel in the moon's pale light, reminders of the nights we once shared, of reveries and fantasies to which we gave flight, of the nights when our souls were bared. Shrouded in black, my dreams lay in death. Now I know where they go when they die. Deep within my heart, but with nary a breath, Dreams, did you hear me whisper, "Goodbye?" October 26, 2015 Lin Lane Any Sad Poem, sponsor, Broken Wings