The Unspoken Dream Poem by Lesa MRK

Faraway the darkness has fallen,
Upon my unspoken dreams.
In the mist I hear them calling,
Where sunlight seldom beams.
Serenely they lie slumbering,
Never to awaken to the sun.
Forever keeping me wondering,
How difficult it has become.

Sometimes it glides like a butterfly,
Gently landing in your hand.
Then freely floats through the sky,
Yet never allowed to understand.

Sometimes it watches you,
When you are home all alone.
When silence penetrates you,
Strikes you to the bone.

But often it walks with me,
Sometimes taking my hand.
Making me think I can see,
A shadow where you might stand.
Then I am saddened if it goes again,
Taking with it my heart.
I am left here dreaming when,
The sunshine slowly departs.
(Summer 1991)