What Good Are Dreams Poem by Juan Olivarez

What good are dreams,
If I must awake?
When with first light,
My love you forsake.

What good are dreams,
Where I hold you tight,
When you disappear,
With the morning light.

What good are dreams,
Where I kiss your lips?
When we pass in the night,
Just like passing ships.

What good are dreams,
To my broken heart?
When with the advent of morning,
You always depart.

What good are dreams,
When you're absent from me?
And only in dreams,
Your face can I see.

4/26/12 Alton Texas