You Were My Dreams Poem by James Walter Orr

You were my dreams, and in my bed at night,
within those dreams, I often called your name.
In all those times you came within my sight,
are found the times that I could feel your blame.
Those nights, my pillow dampened from the tears,
of jeweled sorrow, falling from my eyes.
They counted down each minute by the years,
like constellations moving through the skies.

My crime was being me, and for that crime,
the punishment was life, instead of death.
I hoped that they could be reversed, in time,
and stop the labor of each trying breath.
One’s hopes and wishes seldom will come true,
or yet, to be more honest, they are few.