Dreams
If I could make a smaller place
Of all this worlds dark sorrows taste
To blot out aught that hurts the heart
To make anew akin the start
And roll the tides back from the shore
Thy worries and thy troubles ore
To lift my spirit from depress
And with cathartic mouth express
My love, my hope, my dreams, my sight
To take them all from this dark blight
And place them lofty sacred nigh
Where thoughts and angels dare to fly
Take not my dreams away from me
Lest chilling cold the spirit free
A death inside but not without
A wandering listless darkening cloud
To scour the skies and sweep the seas
Once proud exalted to its knees
For what is a heart if torn in twain?
A mother listless a fathers pain
So keep my dreams that I may see
Horizons brighter there for me
Knock not the hope that lifts us all
For without dreams we must but fall
Copyright © Ross Patterson | Year Posted 2011
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