Dreams Poem by Thomas Noel Smith

Dreams
Haunt the heart
With night music,
The music of centuries lost
Remembered as a breath of air
Breathed by the sky in a late December night

Dreams
Played as a song by the moon and stars
Blown as a melody like night fog
Through old draughty castles

Broken dreams
Drag the chains of abandoned hopes
And weeping hearts
That chant Gregorian airs
That sing of loss and regret
And when the heart and soul are still
Dreams remain
As captive lives that never were

Broken dreams
Chained and lost in the dust of life
Until time’s no more