Polyglot Of Dreams Poem by Barry Middleton

friends and lovers lost to time
join the fretted pantomime
in this silent dream of mine

to all but me the song is mute
no one hears the somber lute
the saddest strain yet resolute

still the words are ever strange
that past and syntax rearrange
grief a dream can never change

and sadder too that time erases
memories of forgotten faces
and traces of far distant places

dreamers wake to feel the pain
and seek to memorize the strain
where facts and verities remain