Jeff Bresee

Rookie (10/29/1970 / Salt Lake City)

What Comes Of Dreams - Poem by Jeff Bresee

Oh why so many dreams bestowed
In young and tender year
Fall into drifting dust decay
Then sadly disappear

Are dreams to blame for broken hearts
And quiet hour’s remorse
Or is the dreamer born of guilt
For vearing from its course

Are dreams unfair for rising up
To skies in gloried hugh
Perhaps they take no time for thought
And ask too much to do

But would a dream be such a thing
If every hand could reach
What treasure would it bring to bare
What lesson would it teach

Ne’re let my soul be daunted down
To stand amongst the crowd
And watch with idle faithless feet
While mundain cares enshroud

No, I will dare to dream above
Midst Heaven’s briliant streams
And quiet vigil watch and keep
Til come…
What comes of dreams

…Jeff Bresee

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 28, 2009

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