Monday, March 19, 2012

I dream, but it will never be

There are dreams to have
That bring you comfort
That bring the long dead
Back to life
Some dream of riches
Gold, silks and perfumes
Caviar, fur coats and servants
Luxury and pleasure
Such treasures
Are not for me
I dream of her
But it will never be
For the words from my lips
Cannot be heard
She dances in the past
To music I cannot hear
Seductive and longing
She is perfect
But beyond my grasp
So I dream of her
Dreams are capricious
With whims of their own
And in the absence of her
I am left alone