With Crumbled Dreams
Crumbled dreams are what make us ache,
are what make us blue.
How can you go on in this life?
If everything you longed for -
lies like broken crockery at your feet.
Crumbled dreams are what hurt the most.
How can you go on?
When you ache for a love you can’t have.
There has to be a spark,
to make it all work
and start the embers glowing.
Shards of crumbled dreams just lay on the ground
and muddy water streams,
trickle among crushed rose petals -
that have been trampled on by uncaring feet.
While the sparks of the fire
just smolder and won’t burn,
crumbled dreams like so many nightmares,
come to haunt you in the night,
like phantom specters,
on skeleton horses -
riding through dark night skies.
Shadows hide the moon
and dark clouds flash with lightning,
while quiet rumbles echo.
Crumbled dreams too many of them,
destroy the love you hold,
like so many prayers and wishes -
If only crumbled dreams,
could be mended again
and the nightmares chased away,
by the dawning of a new day,
to find a new way,
to dream again.
from crumbled dreams,
memories to last for a lifetime.
Searching for a new beginning,
a love that will last forever –
which you can always treasure.
© 2016 Gypsy Rose Lee