Those dreams I set my heart upon
became as vapoured clouds -
with rain descending so to drench
my soul in hazy shrouds
of mist, obscuring all I deemed
would lead to greener lands -
where love would be my guiding star
held fast by gentle hands.
But dreams are only dreams that fade
with each new day begun -
reality's dark face to show
her scorn beneath the sun.
To wear a mask of faithless hope
is full my destiny -
with time eroding yet all dreams
as never meant to be.
But can I, dare I seek to dwell
within that land obscure -
envisage all that I would deem
so perfect and so pure.
Be still, oh world, for I am done
with all your sad lament -
I'll chase those dreams which I have wrought
that I may rest content.
©️9/3/2024. Valerie Dohren
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A delightful poem of great intent and power.