When Dreams Die Poem by Phyllis Strong

You dream…you can see it,
But how? Who? When?
You search…you don’t know.

It’s still there, you dream…
You can see it, but how?
Who? When? You search…
You don’t know.

Is it a dream or just a thought?
Is it a good idea?
Someone said “dreams can come true.”
Someone said “your thoughts become actions.”
And how many people
Have went to their graves, with a good idea?

You’re weary, you stop, you nod off…
Only to be awaken,
By the cry of your dream;

You can see it,
But how, how! What, what!
Who? When? Think, think!

You search…
You tell people;
Hoping to find out how…
But are they the who?

You sigh…you’re tired…you’re weary,
Wondering why it keeps nudging at you;
When you don’t know how?

You let it die.
You put it out by the curb…
Now it’s property of the finder.

They know it; see it, take it.
They revive it;
With the knowledge of what to do.

They know how…
They know who…
But they didn’t want to tell you.


©2013-Phyllis Strong