No More Dreaming
I don't chase rainbows,
I've grown too old.
There's no more fantasies
when reality has been told.
I don't believe in Leprechauns
or in pots of gold;
and clouds are just clouds
when imagination's grown cold
The unicorn never was
nor dragons and knights so bold,
Nursery rhymes and father time
the illusions I used to hold.
The dreamer did not awaken,
he merely passed away in his sleep;
I fear the dream faded with him
and for the dreamer I weep.
**Thank you for taking the time to read.
Copyright © Cryptic Quill | Year Posted 2011
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