A Daydream Victory Poem by Barry Middleton

the images have never died
I live within a daydream still
I have resisted all advice

I searched to find a messenger
but often I would feel regret
then I relied on metaphor

for life is just a beating heart
a shifting star that moves along
to steal our legacy and pride

I knew a stone can never die
so I became a stolid rock
beneath the whisper of a brook

and I may find a place in time
or rest unnoticed by the breeze
if paradise ignores my pleas

a daydream yet is all too brief
few men outlast the final verse
to stay where waters gently flow

but I have left a fragile clue
along the paths of yesterday
where daydreams live eternally