The Hill Of Dreams (Prologue) Poem by Mark Williams

The Hill of Dreams

Prologue


When I dream, I dream of you alone;
Perhaps in some far-distant, time-forgotten place
That once existed in the days of youth.
And there, some dim, faint memory of the mind
Is stirred, as waters rise before the wind.

And here, adrift from life in realms unknown,
I see the incandescent beauty of your face.
I draw you to me, and I know the truth;
The past means nothing, for in your eyes, I see
The future only, and all else is lost to me.

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Farewell to tortured hope, to misery and doubt;
The vow I made to you, I kept throughout
The dark, disastrous years of desolation.

Mourn not for days that lie beyond recall;
For hours withheld from us, no tear should fall
To blur the joy of love's sweet affirmation.

The time Fate stole from us was not in vain;
For, now that your heart is joined with mine again,
We find the very reason for our own existence.

At last, we see that Faith's reward is shown;
And know, as other dreamers well have known,
Love triumphs by the virtue of its own persistence.

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Our time draws near now, and my love, we find
The paradise we made here must be left behind.
All that we take with us are memories;
The flame of life expires, the clock unwinds.

Now we unravel, and with dying eyes, we see
That to perish miserably accords with life's decree.
The mind must falter, and the flesh must die,
And turn to dust beneath an angel carved of stone,

So that the soul may rise unfettered to the sky
To seek some wondrous Eden of its own.
And swiftly, through beckoning, bright infinity,
We soar on wings of light toward our destiny.

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And surely, somewhere amid the vastness
Of the universe, we find our place and time.
So dear one, come to me, and let my fingers trace

With love, the sweet perfection of your face.
And know that, in this simple act of mine,
I reaffirm my vow in all its fastness.