That Dream Filled, Pride. Poem by Michael Gale

Dream lit clouds alit to brow...
Of this thought, was mine to vow.

In that dream that sparked new life...
Beyond all mortal's foolish strife.

In the skies own fallen cleft...
All twas left but tears I wept.

Sad this heart of those I despised...
All my dreams were swept unrealized.

For on that morning's ruptured soul...
Reclaimed to me, an emptied, goal.

No more dreams were kept to thee...
Only gone, and never free.