I wonder,
Can you feel a dream die?
Do the stars shine less brightly
For it's passing?
Does the world turn slower?
Do the cities cease
Their incessant rush?
I wonder
Can you see a dream die?
Does it have a color,
Like a dying rainbow
Or a washed out seashell
Tossed aimlessly upon
A pale, polluted beach?
I wonder
Can a dream really die?
Without tears,
Without pain,
Without the loss
Of the dreamer?
I wonder,
If dreams can't die,
Then do they exist at all?
And if they do,
Then why can't I release mine,
And have them
Release my soul?
Well thought out and constructed. I especially enjoyed the first two stanzas. I wonder though, if the poem might gaim a little more impact if you tighten up the last two verses into one...just a thought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Been thinking about that Rich. Not sure, but I'm leaning there. Thanks so much for reading my work, your the best.