I Can Never Make My Dreams Sing Poem by Shalom Freedman

I CAN NEVER MAKE MY DREAMS SING

I can never make my dreams sing
The way the world of symbols should-
I can never make my memories remind themselves
That they are Poems-

I should have been another kind of light
But all I could sing was Darknesses inside-

Woe to me and woe to the world I cannot help but loving-

We are as all the dreams
Stuff of the transient distance
Whose messages no one will ever reveal
Not even as lost hopes.